Friday, January 6, 2012

The Wild Woman of Zumba

Posted by Regina Eustace

I was so looking forward to moving my hips, to feeling like a woman. “Zumba”, I said quietly to the lady at the desk. $5.50 later I was upstairs passing by ping pong courts, sweaty middle aged men with white socks stretching. Towels and people going every direction, drinking and chatting.

I heard the music and looking down, I could see my tribe. I continued to walk the passage. I couldn't see a way down. I wanted to jump over. Then a smile and a badge showed me a door marked EXIT.
I began to doubt. Grey concrete and more steps.

I was encouraged by the music in the distance. I descended and leaned into the only door I could see. As it opened, the atmosphere changed. I felt giddy and late. It seemed like this class had been warming up all day!

They were busy wiping imaginary windows, jumping and bouncing, right and then left and then right and then laughing. It was a feast.

Leading the feast was a raven haired hot and heavy into it fire ball. She was hollering and pumping and disarming with her speed.

I threw my bag to the side and joined the “warm up.” I was happy to be moving, my legs were boot camped into high lifts and coordination was on huge demand.

I nervously laughed as I put forward the wrong leg. It was a water break and as soon as it was announced everybody was back on the floor again.
There was a one guy there, latin looking and creating shapes for his zumba groupies.

He was like the rest of us barely able to keep up with the Wild Woman of Zumba.

We were all so exhausted we began to seek comfort in each other through smiles and water holes. We kept going and the energy built, the energy of madness, of confusion of all abandon.

I crouched over, giving to Mother earth, launching to the skies, jiggling my jelly bellies. I was energy. The Wild Woman of Zumba moved between us, shape changing, clapping and screaming.

In the Wild Woman's circle the self is superfluous. My Wild Woman moves within me and once out she moves into places I've never been.
at 9:22 AM
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