Nobody puts Baby in a corner.
Me, though? I’m good in a corner. In fact, when dancing is involved, people feel safer if I’m tucked away somewhere. Or better yet, cordoned off
Don’t get me wrong. I love to dance. Much like I love to sing—with a great deal of enthusiasm and no discernable talent. And while I could take lessons in ballroom or swing or even Irish step dancing, I’ve found no classes that teach you to move like that woman in Flashdance. Or, you know, look that good in a ripped sweatshirt.
Dancing is on my mind right now because my younger daughter is getting married this summer. I’ve returned to Zumba class to help me prepare. I figure Zumba will at least put me in the right headspace, though whether the rest of my body follows is, as always, a crapshoot.
My first time back in the Zumba studio, I stake out space in the rear corner, by the door. That way, if the class votes me off the island, at least my exit will be quick.
Only three classmates are wearing a mask, and probably I’m the only one using it as a disguise. Despite this, the instructor recognizes that I’m new. Have I done Zumba before?
Long ago, I admit, when it was first invented.
A friendly woman in front of me turns and admits she is in the same boat. She is approximately 23 years old. Not my boat at all.
The instructor begins class with a grapevine. It’s a simple lateral move. Easy peasy, right?
Sadly, no. The words “left” and “right” mean nothing to me. If someone tells me “turn left,” about half the time I go right. My family has learned that verbal directions are useless. Recently, as I was driving my younger daughter around Philly and entering a highway, Siri told me to go left and I began to veer right. My daughter raised both arms overhead and flung them repeatedly in my direction like one of those airport workers guiding in a plane–especially one who didn’t trust the pilot a great deal. I swerved in the direction of her frantic gestures, clipping a curb, and making her shriek. (Really, the shriek was a bit over-the-top, in my opinion. We got very little air.)
Afterward, I thanked my daughter–still clutching the door handle—for her emphatic arm flinging.
“Yes,” she replied, with more sarcasm than I appreciate from anyone I’ve gestated, “if only there was a simple word that could convey the same thing!”
The Zumba instructor is now pivoting the grapevine in every conceivable direction. True to form, I repeatedly choose wrong, hip-checking the elderly gentleman to my right. (Or…maybe left.) Before class, I’d thought the man was there on a lark. He and his curmudgeonly buddy seemed more interested in cracking jokes than learning to salsa. Not so! I now see that these guys can shoulder-shimmy like nobody’s business.
I’m deeply envious of this skill. On my body, nothing shimmies. Occasionally, I’ve been known to do some good shaking, but that’s mostly on winter mornings before the heat kicks on.
After an hour of Zumba class, though, I feel I’m catching on. I can cha-cha. I can salsa. I can merengue march–as long as you’re not too particular about the merengue part.
At home, I show my daughter my new moves. What does she think? Am I ready for her wedding?
She pauses for a long time before offering, “If only there was a word to convey this.”
And to think, I didn’t even show her the part where I get air.
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Ahhh. Thanks!
Oh Nancy! I am right beside you-oops, sorry, I went forward when I was supposed to go back…
Where are you doing the Zumba class? I would love to join you!
Thanks, Ellen! Cedardale Health and Fitness. Love it there.
I’m sure you’ll shine! Thank you for making me laugh! 😀
Happy to give you a chuckle!
Nancy, I’m so delighted you’ve found a way to get back into writing for all of us—your fans from your former newspaper columns. Yes, I’ll subscribe – I need you and Garrison Keillor to balance out the news from Heather Cox Richardson on the state of the world.
Tip for right and left: When former state Senator, Brian Lees, was a teen, he was a driver for Dr. Jimmy Whitten, our local GP retired. When he was directed to go left or right, Brian quickly put his right hand over his heart to know which was R and L – then back on the steering wheel to turn in the correct direction.
Yes, my friend Tracy always yells, “The one you write with!” Of course, these days, we all type…
We could be soul (or Salsa) sisters! Even at our wedding my husband suggested I sit the dance part out. (I’ve since given him air).
I’d samba with you any day, Adair. 🙂
Really enjoyed reading your article on the wedding and your dance moves. Those classes are fun. I do two a week. Ready for the wedding!
Two a week?! Show off! 🙂
I mirror your coordination skills. But I’m sure you recall that from many years of gym class.
I’m thinking of starting a Zumba Gold (read: old people) class at the YMCA in April. You are now my inspiration. 😉😉
You were good at gymnastics, I recall…Good luck with Zumba Gold!
So nice to read your writing again!
Thank you, Sharon. Hope to have a novel for you to read soon!
Here’s to entirely eschewing the logic of left and right! Love this.
If only it was a choice! Thanks, Michelle.
Aerobics… step classes… Zumba…this body doesn’t move that way- at least not with any grace or rhythm. Give me weights…squats…and good old fashioned push-ups! Great post!
Also a favorite activity of mine–now that we’re kind of post-pandemic–PUMP class! Though push-ups…those are a struggle.
This is so fabulous, Nancy. And hey, I’ve seen you dance at your own birthday party! You got moves, girl.
Also, now I want to get back to zumba, too (being actually in the same boat as you, in terms of not having done it for a LONG time).
Thanks, Edith! I have to say, I’m loving the Zumba!
I loved this!!! (And that pix of you is so great!)
Aww, thanks!
totally sweet! loved this–
by the way, there’s nothing like dancing at a daughter’s wedding– you’re gonna be great.
Thanks, Louise! Sounds like the voice of experience!
Laugh-out-loud funny!
Aww, high praise from you!
I don’t believe any of this. I think you are an amazing dancer who needs a new opportunity with just the right person. We need a dance opportunity together for sure!
Okay, but it has to be on dry land! 🙂
On a bad day you made me laugh out-loud😂. Healing!
Belated thanks! So glad to make you laugh, thought sorry it was a bad day–hope they’ve been better since.