I couldn’t hum any of the music back to you – but it somehow pushed me through
Zumba Strong is a new discipline, which is how I fetched up in a class for instructors. Ha. An hour before it, I would have been using the word “discipline” facetiously, to indicate my ironic distance from the wildfire fitness industry that likes to style itself as somewhere between a martial art and a PhD. An hour afterwards, still panting, I understood that instructors really do have discipline up the wazoo. They are a fascinating bunch, but that’s an anthropological deep dive we’ll have to go on some other time.
If you’re expecting dance moves, you’re in the wrong scene. The class is divided into four sections, all of them aerobically very intense, but not like traditional aerobics, except for a grapevine here and there. There are a lot of boxing moves – jabs, upper cuts, footwork, feints backwards and forwards, and more lunges than I think I’ve ever done in a single hour.
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