The Worst Punishment

You might remember that I played that ridiculous diet/exercise “game”.  Afterwards I decided I needed something to make me keep exercising, and since she had forced me to play the first game, I convinced Kristy to play a new “game” with me.  The only rules are you have to exercise 5 times a week, 3 of which must be high intensity.  The only punishment is the one you choose.  Kristy chose a smart punishment: no treats for the weekend.  I however chose a stupid stupid stupid punishment: Zumba.

I know, I know, you are thinking Zumba is awesome and fun.  Or you are thinking what is Zumba?  Anyway, Zumba is probably really fun for people who have even the tiniest bit of rhythm.  The probability of those of us with zero rhythm not looking like an idiot in Zumba is zero, so therefore this was an appropriate punishment choice.

Last week was week three of our ongoing game, and it was also the first week that I missed a workout.  Tonight I suffered my punishment.  As I drove to meet Kristy (who loves Zumba) I thought about how I should have chosen giving up treats, or going running, or anything else as a punishment.  Apparently I chose well.  Zumba was pretty much what I expected, and I pretty much looked beyond ridiculous.  Well, I assume I did.  Luckily Kristy is benevolent and let us stand in the back, and the entire class only turns around once or twice, so mostly no one saw me.  But seriously, I am the worst dance follower in the world and probably the second worst dancer.  Just imagine me trying to do a body roll or dance to Usher.  I know you just thought of it and laughed.

I now will be dilligent in my 5 days a week workouts so that I will not be seen around “Dojo 3″ in the future.