Worldanz

I went to my first Zumba class on a whim. It was my sophomore year of college and I wanted to try something different. All of my roommates were on a dodgeball team, and since I hated dodgeball, but needed something physical to do, I figured it wouldn't hurt to try something new. Nervous and skeptical, I left my dorm room and walked across campus to the main gym. As I waited outside, I saw the instructor, (well into her thirties) pass by by wearing an uneven combination of colors and her hair tied in pigtails, not helping my skepticism.

What took place between the time of me entering that room to me returning back to my apartment was hard to describe. It was as if all my adulthood worries melted away and formed themselves into a perfect path for my future. I had the best time of my life in that room. It felt like it was doing exactly what it was meant to do. The initial bizarre impression of the instructor didn't even phase me anymore, and, to my surprise she ended up becoming my mentor.

As time passed, I soon realized that I didn't really like Zumba at all. It reminded me of a cult in some ways, and seemed super unoriginal. What I actually liked was the teacher's choreography, style, and energy. She could really bring out the best in people during class.

So, I did what anyone would naturally do and became her shadow, following her around everywhere she went. ( Just kidding, I don't think anyone would naturally do that. I'm just over-anxious and relentless). She ended up introducing me to her own dance fitness style called Worldanz, a perfect combination of psychotic cardio, twerking, air-humping, and a remarkable exploration of cultural dances and rhythms from all over the world. Perfect for anyone with ADD or enough of an exercise addiction to not make it through a technical dance class. Needless to say, it was a perfect fit. I started taking classes every day of the week and as much as I could. I had never felt so good in my body and genuinely happy. 

I loved it so much that I did what anyone just starting something would naturally do; I asked my teacher if I could become an instructor. ( Just kidding, again, no one would naturally do that. Usually, someone would actually study something for many years before teaching it. I'm crazy.) I had my reasons for doing this. First of all I was leaving for Spain indefinitely, and I didn't know if I would be back or if I would ever get to take a class like this there. Second of all, I was really sure that this was something that I wanted to do, so I might as well start now. The most surprising part of all of it was that my teacher AGREED and took me on as a personal dance transformation project. 

After years of no dance experience, and only months of dance experience, and hours of training, I became an official Worldanz instructor and took my skills on the road to Spain. 

But this was only the beginning....

( For more info on my journey teaching Worldanz in Spain, check out my other blog called "Here I Go Again)

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