Last night I did something I haven't done in over a year. I went back to Zumba. I had every intention of sticking with Zumba throughout my pregnancy with Mr. Adorable. I was committed, I was ready, I was excited. And then, I was sick. With Diva, I had morning sickness for 7 months. I thought that was pretty bad, and that it couldn't be worse. Well, Mr. Adorable decided to show me that it could be worse. I was sick every.single.day. of my 36 weeks of pregnancy with him. So, between being sick, tired, commuting, working, and caring for Diva, Zumba got dropped like a hot potato.
Right now I am off for the summer, and D is between jobs and recovering from hand surgery. I have a bit more opportunity to get out and exercise, so I decided to suck it up and get back to something I enjoy.
I could tell it had been a while since I had left Mr. A to go and do something for myself. As I was heading out the door, I told D to try to hold off on nursing until I got back. He obviously said "No problem", since nursing isn't his thing, it's mine.
I barely made it to class on time. In fact, they had started, so I scurried into the back corner of the room. I ended up in front of a giant fan. Score! Just as I felt like I might die (this was my first attempt at real exercise in a loooong time), I realized we were halfway through. I love Zumba! I love the workout, and I love that while I am doing it, I feel hawt. In actuality, I am just hot. And sweaty. And not as coordinated as half of the Zumba gals. But still, I enjoy myself, and there are plenty of forms of exercise that I can't say that about. (I only run when chased by dogs.)