Don't even think of suggesting that I run outside. Even though the corn has been harvested, running outside still frightens me. I'm a total weenie-tot. A total weenie-tot on her way to becoming a very jiggly weenie-tot if some form of exercising didn't happen.
Enter Zumba for the Wii on sale at Target this week. Sure, I have no rhythm and can't dance. What's your point? It's destiny, kids. Destiny.
My confidence, already low, took a direct hit when I had problems opening the box. I was sweating profusely whilst trying to wrestle the plastic wrap off the darn thing, but I hung in there and even managed to put the disc into the Wii. True story.
The next challenge was the dance step tutorial. It did not go well, you know, because I can't dance. Oh, I'm sure it was seven difference ways of hilarious to watch, but geez Louise I thought I was going to die. While wearing Spandex and a Zumba for the Wii belt placed around my wide, Midwestern, German descendant hips for cryin' out loud.
After that humiliation came the real workout. As far as workout videos or games go, this one was good. I didn't realize how little I use my arm muscles because they were screaming at me all afternoon for Zumba-ing the crap out of them. Which brings me to this morning.
My arms are so sore that I couldn't type this blog post. I had to fashion an unsharpened pencil through an old striped sweatband concoction to wear on my head so I could bob my head up and down, hitting the letters on my keyboard.
Think chicken pecking at the keyboard only without that much style and grace.
I leave you with that image.
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