I Zigged; They Zagged

As stated earlier (in multiple posts) I do enjoy making an ass of myself. Last nights Zumba class was no different. I went left the crowd went right, I zigged and they zagged, I clapped and they screamed, I screamed and they clapped. Gosh that was fun! My rhythm is nonexistent, my dancing ability pretty close to nil, and my sense of humor - well that is pretty damn good, which is why I had a blast. I would like to point out that I did not fall, not even once, nor did I trip over my own to feet. Also, I wore my clothes that were too small. What the heck; after all there is no hiding why I need to be there. Besides everyone wears spandex anyway and even skinny girls have rolls somewhere. Who needs to spend their time concerned with that, after all we're in a gym, sweaty, and breathing like we just ran a marathon, who cares what we wear?!