Well, and with that last sweeping statement of judge not! All zumba instructors are awesome! I go and prove myself wrong on Wednesday night.
It could have been just me, but the zumba class I took on Wednesday stunk. There was no energy, really repetitive movements, and the rhythm was off so it was hard to follow the instructor. I went in feeling really excited about the class and half way through, I was counting the minutes until it was over.
The instructor said she’d taught three classes that day and it was obvious that she was running on fumes at that point. I felt bad, because I’m sure (well...maybe not sure, but I'm going to choose to give her the benefit of the doubt) that she’s a great instructor ordinarily.
The last two songs we did were much better than the hour’s worth of zumba that came before them. It must be hard to instruct when you’re tired, and there’s a neon-green energy sucking zumba vampire with a "is this over yet?" grimace on her face (that’d be me) in the front row.
I won’t go to another one of her classes. But at least I got the workout in, and I did get to bust out some of my new hot electric-coloured workout wear. No more blending in the back row in all black for this girl.