Lifestyle: Deeversions – Zumba
Our Dee’s been looking for a brand new diversion to keep her active and motivated during the week’s drudgery, so we sent her to a series of keep-fit and active living classes so she could
warn everyone about the horrors of an active lifestyle choose what worked best for her. This week, Dee’s diversion – Deeversion, geddit? – is dance craze Zumba, which combines high-energy Latin music with a workout regime.
Cork-based Dee attended the Zumba class at The Firkin Crane on Tuesday 12th February at 7.30pm.
Firstly, what do you wear to a Zumba class? This was an especially difficult decision considering I wasn’t too sure what Zumba was, apart from the fact it was some kind of dancing. Plus, I told myself, you just know there’s going to be people there with that sickening ‘just threw anything on’ style who still somehow manage to look like models.
And there was. My theory on these infuriating types is that they simply don’t own any crap clothes. Oh, and that they know when to put down the fork. And oh yeah, that they have the motivation to get off the couch. That’s evident in the fact that they can actually mimic the routines of the freakishly talented instructor. Ours was the fabulous Christina, and I am not ashamed to say that I spent a lot of the class watching her arse. It moved as if it were an independent body part. Fascinating.
So in my couch potato world, I packed what was mostly my ‘walking around the house’ things and headed up to the class with my good ol’ buddy Joy in tow. Lord knows I couldn’t have braved it on my own. In all fairness, Christina was very understanding of it being our first venture, telling us to take a break if it got too much and to simply laugh off our mistakes rather than feel like eejits. And boy oh boy, did we laugh everything off, as it turns out I have the coordination of drunk toddler. Christina went through the routine before every song, so we smugly thought ‘that’s a cinch’, until the music started and more often than not we immediately forgot our right from our left. That’s when initiates will start giggling like schoolgirls at the back of the class.
As far as Zumba goes in terms of working out, it’s fantastic. As for value for money, our class was very reasonable at eight bucks for an hour-long workout. You are guaranteed to break a sweat; even if you aren’t doing it right, you’re still leaping around as much as you can trying to keep up. Besides, the music makes you want to move; when Christina roared at the class to roll our hips, there was no doubt that we were going to do it.
Just don’t look at the mirror in front of you. It’s then you will realise that although you look savage in your head, outside of your own fantasies you look like a drunk uncle dancing at a wedding. It’s lucky, then, that you really do have to not take Zumba seriously. The whole point is that you keep moving, thereby realising that you can actually sweat from places that you didn’t think was possible. Despite the giggling, throwing shapes and arse-envy, by the end you will really feel like you’ve done actual exercise. And that feeling will be reinforced the following day when your leg and back muscles ache. Ouch.