There’s only one way to work off a day of blurred vision pool parties and drunk yoga and that is with Bikrumba- Bikram style Zumba.
As regulars at our fitness center, MiniMe, Sleepless, Ice Cream Man, Beaner and I have the luxury of working out in a facility where the temperature is kept at a balmy 80+ degrees in the summer. There is nothing more appealing then showing up to workout and finding that the temperature outside is, at times, cooler than that in the building.
This Monday our class was exceptionally Bikrumba. In addition, we had a new instructor who didn’t stop moving the entire class – even when she misstepped and we were all turning every which way except the way she was turning – she was determined and we were dripping with sweat.
“I’ve never sweat this much in here,” Sleepless said. “I’ve never sweat this much anywhere,” I replied and added, “I have, however, been on the other end of this much sweat once.” “I don’t even want to know what that means,” Ice Cream Man told me. Even though he said he didn’t want to know, we all know he really wants to know. If only he’d read my blog every now and again, he’d know that I once (maybe twice) participated in a different ‘fitness’ program.