My second time would be better than my first time.
I was worse. Way worse.
This time I shook parts of my body that are technically unshakable. I looked like a noodle with no rhythm and no self control. There was no sexy, core-shaping, self control going on. My body shook uncontrollably because my muscles were so tired, and I was on the verge of sporadically convulsing mid-class.
Jim Parsons from Big Bang Theory + wet noodles = my attempt at Zumba
After class, I routinely bent down to grab my water bottle and towel hoping not to collapse in my own pile of disgusting sweat. From there I courageously walked out of class to my car.