I showed up at the gym bright and early for the Zumba class. I had a Flatout bread and some hummus for breakfast to get some complex carbs as suggested. I had my towel and a bottle of water. I was nervous, but so excited. Well, the lady who teaches Zumba is out sick this week. The substitute teacher did a sculpting class instead. It was a good class and I DID IT and I'm sure I'll be sore tomorrow (lots of squats and lunges) but...it wasn't Zumba.
As Grace would say: Awesome. Except for not really.
Oh well. Next week.