By the time the class is over, I had redefined the word spastic, bumped into the woman next to me twice, peed my pants just a little, and realized that while I thought I could dance, I actually could not.
Zumba brings out my inner diva. My buttocks slapping, hips gyrating, sassy-mouthed inner diva. Why does Zumba have such a loyal following? Zumba feels like a party and makes you forget you're dancing next to someone your Grandmother's age at 10 a.m.