Zumba
Three mornings a week
at 7:45,
Iwalk into the YMCA
and step into the music.
at 7:45,
Iwalk into the YMCA
and step into the music.
I never knew
I could love something so much--
this simple joy of moving,
of dancing, of letting the music carry me.
I could love something so much--
this simple joy of moving,
of dancing, of letting the music carry me.
I follow the steps the best can,
try to catch the rhythm,
keep my eyes on the instructor's feet,
but when my feet don't quite agree
with the music.........
I just keep dancing...
try to catch the rhythm,
keep my eyes on the instructor's feet,
but when my feet don't quite agree
with the music.........
I just keep dancing...
...because the instructor doesn't care
and it doesn't have to be perfect.
It only has to make me happy.
The salsa begins,
the meringue follows,
and suddenly my feet are moving
and a smile finds its way
across my face.
the meringue follows,
and suddenly my feet are moving
and a smile finds its way
across my face.
I look arouind the room
and see it everywhere --
on every face,
in every morvement --
such pure, unguarded joy.
and see it everywhere --
on every face,
in every morvement --
such pure, unguarded joy.
And when the music ends,
the joy doesn't end with it.
I carry it out the door
and into the morning.
the joy doesn't end with it.
I carry it out the door
and into the morning.
Somehow the day feels lighter
the stress is further away
and for a while afterwards
I am completely, unashamedly happy!
the stress is further away
and for a while afterwards
I am completely, unashamedly happy!
(The top video is what Zumba looks like. I found a video of one of my favorite songs to do Zumba to. The name of the song is Vivir Mi Vida, and it was recorded by Marc Antony. The bottom video is Marc Antony singing the song, if anyone is interested.)
