I realised its time to re-evaluate things, when I returned from an extra Zumba class, soaked to the bone in sweat, only to meet my neighbour who looked at me curiously.
“Went swimming, is it?” she asked, trying hard to sound polite but unable to mask her disgust.
Sheepishly, I had to let her know that it’s possible I might be swimming. Just in my own sweat. Quickly unlocking the door and rushing in, I raced up the stairs still very high on endorphins. The thing with getting a happy hormone buzz post 7 pm is that I am wound up and wired to go! When the rest of the world is winding down, getting ready for dinner and other calm activities, I feel like I could go out and for a run. I find the only way to get rid of the high, is to dance it off.
I’m the kind of freak that comes back from an hour-long dance lesson, only to dance some more. I fished out one of my latest favourites, played it on loop. Three times did the trick.
Part of the reason I can’t mellow down immediately after a class is because I get back into my car to drive home, and stuff like this plays on the radio, almost immediately
and, gawd I’m so sorry to be sharing it, but this
After a while, listening to this play in the background so often, I find myself singing along, word for word and I stop in my tracks and wonder, wait when did that happen?!
Today though, I heard a song I’d never heard before. It is trashy as hell. But it made me smile. VC if you’re reading, you have to spare three and a half minutes, grab your earphones and listen to this one. You’ll know why.