Last night, I allowed our friend Kris to drag me to a Zumba class.
It was awesome and sweaty and horrifying (I can’t dance, like at all) and hysterical. I think I actually laughed the whole entire time.
I’ll totally go back. Our instructor Katy is awesome. And adorable. And like 19 – so now I feel old and dirty for thinking she’s cute.
There really is very little that can make one feel like a fat, old, out-of-shape mess than a cute, young, fabulously in-shape dance/fitness instructor.
