On the whole, I'd grade the experience C+. Of all the zumba teachers I've had, this one is at the bottom — she lacks the dash and charisma of the Italian Spitfire and Eddie Dance Party, and she's not as charmingly appealing as Sexi Danci Nanci or Shy Jeny. She's fit, for sure . . . but right now, that's the best I can say about her.
It is a great workout. Once I know the routines, I will get in better shape very quickly — and that is awesome.
And I will be able to learn the routines pretty fast, because she told us she will do the same 16 songs in every class. Once we know them, we'll know them. And this is great for me, because I like doing a routine I know; when there are too many new ones, I get aggravated.
Though — I do like mixing things up a bit. The exact same 16 routines . . . ? every single time . . . ?
What an . . . interesting . . . approach.
And — oh dear God, her music is awful.
Of the 16 songs, only one is a little different, sort of Big Bandy. And, to be fair, our cool-down song is a salsa-influenced version of "Just the Way You Are," so I did know one song. But that's it. Fourteen loud blaring identical salsa songs.
(The dull instructor yells instructions to us, but the loud blaring boring music is so loud and blaring, I can't make out a word she's saying.)
The other ladies are nice, though, and a woman I like from my church is there, and the woman who was next to me tonight is from France and speaks little English and seemed charmed when I held out my hand and said, "Je m'appelle Lady Chardonnay!" and certainly there are plenty of other women in the room who are old and klutzy and out of shape, comme je suis (like I am).
I asked Husband if he could remember how I responded to my very first zumba class. I do remember thinking the other girls were cliquey (ironic, since the cliquiest one, the Fit Blondie, ended up being my best zumba friend) and I was aghast at how out of shape I was, but I think I loved the music and the routines and the Italian Spitfire right away.
I could be misremembering, of course. It was a LONG time ago!
Anyway. I'm in it for this term, and I will keep an open mind. Once I know the routines and am in better shape, I know I'll like it better.
But I still may not love it.
C'est la vie.