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Zumba Strong – Erika’s Thinks

Zumba Strong – Erika’s Thinks

Last night I took a Zumba Strong demo class.  People ask me ALL. THE. TIME. what I think about Zumba as a Jazzercise Instructor, and I’m hesitant to speak because, well, I have strong opinions about how group exercise classes should go.  But, I figure I’m an informed participant, so, here are my thoughts.

The format:
– it’s good. The cardio is not too complicated, very with the beat, lots of strength – mixed with straight up strength – like the planks and lunges.
– I didn’t find anything too challenging until the floor abs part, and that was just unreasonable, to my mind. Even the instructor wasn’t hanging in for all of it.
– I did not like the 90 second catch-your-breath-get-water break every 5 minutes. Killed the momentum. (But, see below, maybe it’s really needed for most of the customers).
– I would enjoy teaching this class.
– We already do almost everything in this class (except for the copious amounts of burpies) in Jazzercise – it would easy easy easy to create this using what we already do. The “techno music set to the strength choreography” selling point – feels just like our choreography. Totally.

The class:
– the instructor was cute as a button and CUT. I liked her. BUT.
– she flipped between facing the mirror and facing us, and sometimes facing side randomly, but didn’t bother to switch her R/L when she did so. I was careful to be equal on each side, but the customers weren’t – they just followed.
– this kind of thing needs really good cueing for safety and to know what’s coming up next. When the choreography is set to music you have to be on the music – no time to wait another 8 counts and jump in. This instructor did not know what was coming next in time to cue for it, and it showed.
– I liked the challenge of the intense bursts of strength (and a lot of the plyometric jumps into burpies into kickboxing was pretty intense)…but I’m in pretty good shape and teach Jazzercise. Most of the class was not like me, and could not keep up. About 25% of the class left after the first 10 minutes, and those that remained, over half did not ever touch the floor – and going down and up from the floor was a big part of this.
– safety – eek. I was in the back row and looking at all the knees ahead of me and thinking “this is really not safe”. Without the cueing and prep, the quick turns into lunges and such were not done safely by most of the class.

The workout:
– I burned the equivalent calories to an Interval Fusion class, says my fitbit. Remember – I was going all out and doing everything; most of the customers were not.
– I am a little sore in the core and glutes.
– I am a lot stiff in my back.
– My head was pounding after the class – I think it was all the quick inversions from the burpies and planks and up again. Ouch.
– I was a sweaty mess after…but not sweatier than when after I teach Jazzercise.

Thems my thinks!

My Raffle Winning Superpower was in full force, and won a free month of group exercise classes at the Parks and Rec Center for attending this demo…so I’ll go back and take this for a month and see if my perception changes.  It was a good enough class for me, personally, to get something out of it.

Don’t eat the baby

Don’t eat the baby

“Mommy, did you eat me?”

What?  My mind floundered for a minute.  I was trying to find the left shoe from my new Stitchfix order – super-cute grey flats – and to then get Kai’s teeth brushed and his own shoes on so we had a shot in heck at getting to church on time this morning.

“Did I eat you?” I stalled.

“Yes.  When I was a baby.”

Oh.  I got it.

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(Me, having eaten Kai and then deciding to teach a Jazzercise class, at 36 weeks pregnant.)

 

“You mean when you were in my belly?”

“Yes,” Kai clarified, “when I was a baby.”

Sure.  Let’s start this conversation for the first time, a conversation I want to get so right, when we’re running late to church.

Only answer what he asks. I reminded myself.

“No,” I say, “I didn’t eat you.  You started as a very small egg inside me right *here*.”  I point to my uterus.  “And then…you grew!”

“How did I fit?” he asked.

“My belly grew too.”

Kai laughs.  “It must’ve been soooooo big!”

“Yes,” I smile, “it was.”

He pats my belly.  “But it went back to small.”

“Yes,” I say, “it did.  Let’s get our shoes on for church.”

I don’t know if age five is late or early or right on time for starting to wonder about how babies happen…but I do know that I showed Kai a photo of his Aunt Elizabeth about a week ago, where a distinctive bump was visible.  ‘That’s your new baby cousin.” I said.

At the time all he cared to know was if it was, in fact, a going to be a boy like him.  But, clearly, he’s been thinking about it more.  May I continue to handle it well.

 

Also of note today:

– Kyla went to church with us today, and sitting in a service as if for the first time (as it was her first time) is wonderful.

– Kyla, who is visiting us for a week to help with the August Madness, has a wonderful superpower…anything seems doable when she’s about.  You think, “I really want to get that linen closet organized” and simply because she is in the house, rather than thinking “but that’s too much right now” you think “so I shall do it today!”  And you do.  And it’s glorious.

– Andrew hung my new clothes line in the backyard from the deck to the garage, and it is also glorious.  I realized soon after, however, that my clothespin stock is a bit under what I need for the now super-long line.  Hello Amazon. Hello cheaper utility bills.  Hello feeling kind of awesome.

– I need new tablecloths.  We have a new table in the new house and my old ones don’t fit.  They are now off to Goodwill (see linen closet organization above), and I get to daydream about new.

– I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.  I don’t want to take Kai for more dental work tomorrow (he’s 2/3rds done with an epic cavity drill-and-fill plan.  It’s horrible.).  I don’t want to get through another 10 days before school starts.  Wah.