Last night was the Zumba master class- completely optional to get certified on Sunday, but so worth it.
I don't think I've had that much fun in a very long time (outside of running those 2 halves this spring, but let's face it- that's a sick, masochistic, push through pain and conquer sort of fun, while Zumba is a freakin' DANCE PARTY!).
I had been a little freaked out that I would get there, and find out everything I know about Zumba is wrong or out-dated and that I'd be horrible and this was a bad idea...but I'm pleased to say I kept up as well as and better than some of the instructors who have been through all 5 or 6 different levels of training. YAY!
I am so excited to be starting a new chapter in my life. I'll have a job that's not just a job title, but career potential. As a college grad with half a masters, I have yet to find a job that I felt I could be proud of when I inevitably send the "I won't be coming to the reunion, here's what I've been doing" sheet next summer. But now? I'll be able to write, "I'm a group fitness instructor, teaching Zumba (and other classes TBD)." Which, finally, makes me feel like a success. Way more successful than "Beer girl at a 4.5 star golf course."
Happy weekend, everyone! I've got a date with long run before work this afternoon.