Somebody Call 911
The chest pains always set in when Lady Gaga’s “Just Dance” is on. It’s about the fifth song into our Zumba class, and that kind of thumping electronica would already be enough to quicken one’s pulse. But when we make our elbowed arms into acute triangles and shake furiously during the chorus – it’s on. But all the while I’m wondering: Indigestion or heart attack?
During the first class – just after the awesome instructor Nikki warned me to never sit down because I might pass out – this sensation was alarming. But now, during the I’m-already-hooked seventh class, it’s expected. In fact, it’s “chest pains so good.”
Besides, there’s an 80-something-year-old lady in the front row. If she won’t stop shaking her booty, then damn it, I won’t either.
HAHAHAHAHA! Sometimes that lady in the front row is the only thing that keeps the instructor’s booty shaking, too!
Seriusly, though. Chest pains are not good. Unless you ate Salt Lick Family style BBQ the night before.
Yummmm. Those are good chest pains.
You rock, Nicole!
Nikki, you’re right about chest pains not being a desirable state. Avoiding breakfast beforehand seems to have helped me. But you might want to keep a defibrillator on hand — just in case. Seriously though, YOU rock!
I need this class.
It is so fun you forget you’re exercising. You think you’re either dying or just burning LOTS of calories. But you’re never bored.
You make me feel guilty! This 66-year-old is a couch potato grading papers.
You are a vibrant, strong woman and most assuredly NOT a couch potato. But you are always welcome to come Zumba