Ok, so tonight I was just itching to do something, and I decided to look at the schedule of my gym and saw that Zumba was on tonight, so I reluctantly decided to drag my self to the gym that had let me down so hard by destroying the one class that I loved.
Wait...let's rewind to a particular PT55 class months ago. It was a Thursday night, and I had conned Bean into going to PT55 with me. For this this you have to sign in at the front desk and get a card to prove that you signed in. So Bean and I signed in, got our card, and headed to the cardio machines because we had plenty of time before the class. When we walked into the room, it was already filled up except for two bikes. One was empty with nothing on it, and one was empty but had a water bottle and towel on it. I sent Bean to sit on the empty bike as I walked up to the instructor to find out what the deal was. I showed him my card and asked what was up, and if someone was sitting there, and said that I wasn't leaving because I followed protocol. He looked at the clock and mumbled something to me that indicated that I should move the stuff and take the bike. I had assumed that the stuff belonged to someone from the last class who had forgotten their things. A few minutes into the class, a woman walked in, looked around and walked back out. I thought nothing of it until a few minutes after that same woman walked in, grabbed the stuff that I had moved, shot me a look and said "Dat wass MY bike!". If you can't pick up on accents through type, she was Spanish. I simply said "I had a card" and made the closest hand symbol resembling a card that I could. Her attitude pissed me off and it bothered me the whole class. I mean, hello, you can't just leave your stuff on a bike and expect to get a seat in the class, you have to sign in and get a card! The nerve! And she thought I was wrong?!
After class I went to the front desk and told the story to Kara, the desk girl. She said that the woman had walked up to the desk to complain about me and I scoffed at the situation because this woman obviously didn't know how the class worked. Well Kara informed me that the poor woman HAD a card and did sign in, but the people at the front desk gave out more cards than the class capacity, and this woman thought that I was the one that didn't have a card. Earlier in the class the instructor was called to the door and was gone for a few minutes, but I didn't know why. I was later informed that Kara had urged the instructor to call roll, so they could find the last person on the list (because it wasn't me or this woman) and removed them so that she could have a spot in the class. He refused because the class had already started, so this woman was screwed out of a spot because of several different factors.
Back to the present. I'm standing in the room doing a short stretch before the class starts, and guess who walks in. You got it, the woman who angrily wagged her finger at me and got screwed out of her spot. Not only was she in the class, she was the instructor! What! Oh crap, I hope she doesn't think that I was the reason she didn't have a bike.
So on to Zumba, right? That's the reason for this post. The class was AMAZING. The music was great, the moves were challenging, and I felt like it wasn't just cardio. The way she made us do the moves worked our muscles, which is something I didn't get in the Zumba class on base. Not to say I don't like the class on base, because that one is really fun and I plan on going to that one for as long as Kitty will bring me! It was also nice because there is no class before it, so you don't have to fight for a spot with people who took the previous class, and it didn't seem to get to full. I did a kick boxing class in that room before and it was so packed that if I moved too far in any direction I would have bumped into someone.
So after class I walked up to Adrianna to tell her what a great class that she put on. Then I reminded her of the time that someone took her bike, and she covered her face and said "Please don't tell me that was you!". She turns out to be an EXTREMELY sweet woman and we made up. We actually got so friendly that we exchanged e-mails and she told me I should go see her 14 year old song play guitar at a local tavern. We informed Kara, and Adrianna's fiance (who happens to be a manager at the gym) that we had made up and become friends. Her fiance thought that she said "made out" because of her thick accent though and gave us the strangest look. It was certainly a great night.
So not only did I find a great class at a gym I was starting to lose hope in, but I made a friend! I still plan on doing body rock, because I love it, but Thursday night Zumba (and maybe even Saturday morning) will be on my fitness routine. Now if only I could find a way for Kitty to come do the classes with me!
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