Sometimes sweet . . . Sometimes tart . . . Always a slice of life.

Showing posts with label New Year's resolution. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Year's resolution. Show all posts

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Zumba for the New Year!



        2013 is knocking on the door, and one of the all-time top new year’s resolutions is to get in shape. For six years I’ve been shaking it and sweating in ZumbaR  classes. If you’ve decided to Zumba yourself into shape, I’ve got some pointers for you.

       Even though Zumba was invented by a man, Beto Perez, most of the people in my Zumba class are
women, so my advice is more female oriented.
        Before you go to class, get two good pairs of shoes. 
Nike Musique IV shoes with pivot point.
Nike makes Musique dance/cheer shoes that have a pivot point under the ball of the foot. Cross training shoes are also good. I’ve found that heel support is not as important as a shoe that can flex, because I dance more up on the balls of my feet than on my heels. Running shoes can trip you up when you move side to side. You can use them, but beware. Two pairs of shoes allow you to alternate them so they won't wear out as fast.

Absorbent socks are a good thing. When I get home from Zumba, I put my shoes in front of a heating vent to help them dry out.

After you’re done shoe shopping, pick up a few good, supportive, sports bras. Be prepared. A whole lotta shakin’ and shimmying goes on in class. You can wear anything over the sports bra, a tight tank top, a loose t-shirt, or whatever you’re most comfortable in. If you get too hot, and you're daring enough, you can go with just the sports bra.

I usually pull my hair up in a pony tail to keep it out of my face. Others use head bands, or have the foresight and time to braid their hair. Some have short hair and don’t need to do a thing.

As for what to wear on your lower half, in my class, there’s a lot of variety: Yoga pants, capris, running shorts, and tennis skirts, depending mostly on the temperature outside. Fabrics made to wick away moisture are the way to go. Keep in mind that dark colors are better at hiding sweat.
Sometimes for fun I’ll wear a belly dance hip scarf over my yoga pants. Keeping the coins jingling on beat is a challenge, and I like to think of it as doing Zumba with weights.
Don't buy too many new workout clothes though because it probably won't be long before you have to buy more in smaller sizes. Zumba melts the fat off quickly.

Finally, before you leave home, fill up a water bottle. You’ll need at least 20 ounces to stay hydrated during an hour of 600-800 calorie burning Zumba. Some people like ice in their water. I prefer mine room temperature. Smart Water with electrolytes is another option. If I’m doing a 90-minute class, I’ll bring either two 20 oz. water bottles, two bottles of G-Series Performance Gatorade, or a combination of both.

Now that you’re ready, on to class. Get there before class to meet the teacher, and fill out any forms. Trust me, everybody’s nervous before their first Zumba class. Will you know the steps? No. Will you make mistakes? Yes. Will everybody be watching you? No, unless you make the mistake of standing in the front row.

Don’t stand in the front row until you’ve been doing Zumba for awhile and know most of the routines. If you stand in the back, staggered between the two people in front of you, you will be able to watch everybody in front of you and follow them even if you can’t see the teacher. The gals in the front row usually know what they’re doing, and when they started, they started in the back. It won’t take long before you too will know the difference between a cha cha and salsa, hip hop and belly dancing. Then the new people will be pushing you up to the front row.

My Halloween Zumba class.
Put your water bottle, somewhere nearby, but not where anyone can trip on it. You can grab a drink between songs. Introduce yourself to the people around you because sooner or later, you’ll be turning the wrong way and running into them, so you may as well get to know them before hand. They were all beginners before, so they know how you feel. A quick smile and the ability to laugh at yourself go a long way toward making class fun.

One of the great things about Zumba is that you don’t have time to over analyze what you’re doing or fret over any mistakes you make. If everybody is moving left, you better be too, even if your footwork isn’t perfect. Keep moving with the school of fish. Don’t stop dead or you’ll get run over. The music dictates how fast you better be moving.

Sometimes you can divide how fast you move your feet in half if you need to, but you’ve still got to pay attention to the beat. If you can’t find the beat, find someone else’s feet to watch, or if there’s a cowbell clanging, follow it. When I get lost, I focus on correcting my feet first, arms second. You can adjust your movements to be high energy, or low impact. When you’re just starting out, don’t go too big or it’s hard to recover and get back to where you should be. As with anything, the more you practice, they better you'll get, so keep showing up for class if you want to improve.

Ready for a Zumba flash mob.
With thousands of Zumba miles on my many pairs of dancing shoes, the thing that keeps me going back for more, is that I don’t think of it as grueling exercise that I have to endure. It’s an energy filled dance party that I get to go to five or more times a week. There are new songs and routines to figure out each week. My teachers also rotate and keep things fresh. Each one has her own style or “flava.”

Before every class, before the music takes over, my Zumba Maniacs teachers call out to us, “Bend your knees! Pick up your feet! Have fun!” That’s not hard to do at all!


Laura Keolanui Stark will Zumba-on through 2013. She can be reached at stark.laura.k@gmail.com.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

The Simple Life

Christmas decorations are slowly being crammed back into storage at my house. The kids are home and it’s been fun running around with them again, and having the house full of their friends. One of the kids caught a cold. The dishwasher, washer and dryer have been going full tilt. And here it is, a new year!

This year, once again, my New Year’s resolution is to simplify my life, by clearing out more of the clutter in my house, around my waistline, and in my schedule. This seems like a straightforward, attainable goal. My kids are in college, so the nest is empty most of the year. I don’t have a full-time job, so I should have plenty of free time to simplify, and create a zen-like, quiet life.

It is the fifth day of 2010 and so far in this brand new decade I have already been to a wedding, a birthday party, and a memorial procession.

My friend’s afternoon wedding was beautiful, and intimate--just for immediate family and a few friends, a celebration of two lives joining together. The bride and groom are close to my age, so they were comfortable planning the wedding just the way they wanted it. The bride wore an elegant beaded wedding gown. The groom wore a black, leather Harley-Davidson jacket.

The birthday party was for a younger friend, to celebrate 25 years at the beginning of her adult life. The party was at a Salsa club -- loud and a little rowdy, with non-stop dancing until the club closed at two in the morning. The birthday girl was grinning all night, happy to be out on the town with her friends.

The memorial procession was for another friend, 44 years old, a police officer, shot down senselessly in the line of duty. My husband and I met Kent at Puyallup Athletic Club. He was always working out on the machines: stair stepper or elliptical runner, but he was also always willing to stop and shoot the breeze, quick to tell a story, or kid around. John and I were tearfully among the thousands with heavy hearts who lined the rainy streets from Puyallup to the Tacoma Dome where thousands more gathered to celebrate a life well-spent that touched so many. We came together to say good-bye to a man who I’ll always remember with a smile on his face, a man who believed that “If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space.”

A wedding, a birthday party, a memorial service: three events and five days later, I think I made the wrong resolution. Maybe it’s impossible to simplify. Maybe it’s stupid to simplify. Maybe I should celebrate the fact that my life isn’t simple. It’s filled with people who I love, whose lives intertwine with mine, and fill my life up and over the brim. Sometimes it’s noisy, sometimes there are tears, but my life is rarely boring. Maybe my resolution should be to hang on and enjoy the ride. Maybe it’s that simple.

Laura Keolanui Stark is a freelance writer who can be reached at stark.laura.k@gmail.com.