Our recent week’s word was INTENTION. After a lackluster Zumba class, I realized it was time to seek a new exercise challenge.
It’s not that I have lost any love for Zumba. However, I seriously have ALL of the moves DOWN. When I know the steps by heart, my brain disengages and it tends to wander. And it wanders to thinking about work, laundry, bills, cellulite…
…all the thoughts that I hope to gloriously escape from for the hour that I’m shaking and shimmying.
When I set my intention to find a new challenge, I saw THIS:
Any headline that says “Shake Your Booty” is bound to grab my attention.
And the description? “Fly’s most popular class, Throw Down, is the ‘most unapologetic, booty-shaking, hip-hop class in town.'”
Where do I sign up???
The studio was described as “more like a nightclub” and visions of me with my sky-high purple hair and Madonna moves from the 80’s propelled me to the Throw Down class.
I had good INTENTIONS.
This was hard-core. Zumba is more like my happy family, full of high-fives and guiding me through the salsa steps with a smile and claps of encouragement.
Throw-Down was like my car breaking down in a bad neighborhood and the residents looking at me menacingly like, “What’s the problem? Fix it, b_ _ch.”
The music menacingly pounded as the disco balls played with the strobe lights. Most of the class had obviously done this before, not only from their seamless moves but also from their oh-so-toned bodies.
These ladies had swagger.
I had agita.
Within minutes, I also had worked up quite a sweat and completed my first ever burpee. (For the uninformed, as I was, a burpee is that horrendous fall to the floor on all fours move that lasts for just a couple of seconds before you are required to jump upright again.)
When they went left, I went right.
When I began to clap (as we do in Zumba) at the completion of a song, the Throw-Downers looked at me as if to say, “So. Not. Cool.”
Oddly, I was not intimidated. I stank to the high heavens at this new form of exercise (during, AND after!), but I DID get what I wanted.
And I was so busy trying to keep up, I didn’t think once about my growing “to-do” list at home.
Sometimes when you set an intention, you get exactly what you need. Maybe not in the package you expected, but if you look at it the right way, it’s still a gift.
Here’s the story of the BEST answer to the question, “What are your intentions?” followed up by a brand new WOW:
Yep, who couldn’t use a hefty dose of THAT.
Peace be with you. And me.
Have a beautiful week, friends!