Zumba Remix

I survived my first Zumba.  It. Was. AWESOME.  I loved it!!  Of course I felt like a fool because I didn't know the steps, but that's ok the lady in front of me looked liked she knew what she was doing so I just followed her.  There were about 120 women there and I stayed in the back because this fatty was not looking like an idiot, so I couldn't really see the instructors feet to well.  As long as I was moving I felt like it was good. 

I have not sweated that much since, well, I can't remember.  I was sweating like a whore in church.  I am looking at it like the more I sweat the more I am losing.  Not only do I have a sweat problem I have a slight redness problem.  Let me rephrase, a horrible redness problem.  My face turns just one shade below becoming Veruca Salt in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.  It gets bad.  The poor lady beside kept looking over at me like please don't fall out, I don't know CPR.  At one point she asked if I had brought water.  No, I did not.  Lesson learned lady, thanks.  I will also be bringing a little towel so I can wipe the buckets of sweat off my face.  Here is a pic of the aftermath.

Notice the ring of sweat.  That is not even close to what it was in the class and right after.  This is an air conditioned ride home and after dinner picture.  And yes, my shirt says "Hate the Game, Not the Player".  I don't know how I acquired it, but it makes for a wonderful Zumba shirt!  

The classes are Tuesday and Thursday nights.  I am planning on going both nights.  I am asking that you all hold me accountable as I need to kick my losing into high gear.