There is something just not right about starting a gym experience at mid-life. Now, starting is a strong word. I have started too many times to count. This time, I was not going to let it become another “what if” I would have started and stuck with it for the last 30 years.
This time, I felt the “need” to take up Zumba. It’s official. I was having a mid-life crisis. I figured, tomorrow, I’ll bring my Harley to Zumba—where I can shake my stuff, fall on my butt, and complete wrong moves that turn into solos, so as to get the attention of all the Barbies in the class—just to say, “Yep, I’m cool. I am confident with who I am.” And when I dislocate my hip or my knee, I will simply quote Evelyn from Fried Green Tomatoes, “Face it, girls. I’m older and I have more insurance.” I’m just not sure that when I fall and trip Barbie –will my insurance will cover her?
I’ll call the agent tomorrow
This time, I felt the “need” to take up Zumba. It’s official. I was having a mid-life crisis. I figured, tomorrow, I’ll bring my Harley to Zumba—where I can shake my stuff, fall on my butt, and complete wrong moves that turn into solos, so as to get the attention of all the Barbies in the class—just to say, “Yep, I’m cool. I am confident with who I am.” And when I dislocate my hip or my knee, I will simply quote Evelyn from Fried Green Tomatoes, “Face it, girls. I’m older and I have more insurance.” I’m just not sure that when I fall and trip Barbie –will my insurance will cover her?
I’ll call the agent tomorrow