My Body's too Zumbalicious...

I went to my first work out class this past Friday since...gulp...at least 5 years ago.  I wasn't kidding when I said I loathe working out.  I agreed to go to Zumba with some friends and wasn't exactly sure what to expect.  I had done ballet, jazz, and cheered in high school.  Let's not forget my mad Greek Sing dance skills in Theta (haha), so clearly I figured it can't be too much of a stretch.

 

Let me just say, Zumba is not your mother's dance class. Be prepared to channel your inner-coordinated-ghetto-self and to do some booty pops and shimmies to girly dance beats: Justin Bieber...check. Katy Perry...check. Whip My Hair and Shots...check and check.  At first I felt like I was at some sort of sober club with a bunch of white girls trying to break it down.  But, it was really fun and freeing when I just let loose.  Plus, it was a legit work out--I broke a sweat within 15 minutes of being there and my inner thighs were sore Saturday.  I even managed to work out my face by laughing so hard at the lone (asian) boy in the middle of the room of about 75-100 women trying to get down to Pretty Girl Rock.  His moves only consisted of waving his hands above his head--regardless of what everyone else was doing.   Awesome.  I plan on going three times a week now.

Another Zumba plus: I learned some awesome moves for the malpractice mixer that I went to later Friday night.  The mixer was basically a way for  the law, med, dental, and pharmacy students to together for drinks.  My bestie is in med school and one of my close friends is in dental so it was great to meet some of their school friends.  Plus, the evening ended with some late-night Goodfellas pizza--does it get any better than that?

Other than that, the weekend was pretty quiet and productive. I had brunch with some law school girls on Saturday morning and then worked on my Innocence Project case in the afternoon while my wonderful husband cleaned up the yard and washed the cars (I know, he is the best).  We cheered on the Cats and then just relaxed Saturday night. 

On Sunday we cleaned out the closets around the house.  For a chore I usually dread (and thus don't do), it was well worth it.  I found baby/childhood pictures of my dad that I forgot I had, a really nice Bose ipod system that was just hanging out in storage, and my jewelry box full of tons of jewelry that I thought was lost forever.  I was so incredibly excited with all my finds! Last night we had Cam's brother and his girlfriend over for family dinner.