Patty Mayeux Blog

I love going to Zumba classes, even the super energetic ones where the best I can do is flail and stomp in the back corner, throwing ego to the wind when the rest of the class is going in the opposite direction. I hate going to Zumba class. Just like I love/hate walking a few miles. I love the reward of boundless energy in the days to come. I hate the hours spent away from what I really want to be doing. I often feel bored even walking in the park, counting steps until I turn the final bend and see my car. I even watch the clock in the high energy classes, telling myself I can hang in there, I’m halfway done. The easy Zumba class is smack in the middle of hungry time and rush hour traffic. Recently, I so wanted to leave early, but I stayed for one more song. Push it. Straighten those arms. Lift those legs. Jump instead of walk. The music slowed. We stretched our hands to our toes, rose and circled our heads. Cool down time is like a breath of fresh air after a tempest. Go. Step out of your comfy place. Stay. Hang in there. Rewards await.