I was first introduced to Zumba in 2012. I had finished my accountancy exams the previous December, and by the time the results came out in February, I had watched as many Soaps as I cared to. I was overweight, unhappy and bored. I knew something needed to be done. So, like many others, I joined my local leisure centre. I had my new runners, my training gear, the whole bit. What I didn’t possess was any confidence. I trembled at the thought of looking foolish on the gym floor, when I clearly had no idea what I was doing. So, I sought sanctuary of the studio!
Within 20 minutes of starting my first Zumba class, I was in love. My instructor Angela was amazing. She had the perfect body (when she danced nothing moved) and she was so energetic, confident and passionate. I had a total girl crush. I didn’t care that I was hopelessly uncoordinated and was at no stage doing the same moves as anyone else in the class. I just loved moving to those Latin beats and learning to sweat for the first time. What made it even better was that the class was on a Friday night, making it the perfect gateway to the weekend. Before long, I was truly hooked.
I remember thinking how amazing it would be to become an instructor. However, I quickly dismissed the idea. How could I ever hope to inspire anyone as Angela had inspired me? I definitely was not confident, I wasn’t a dancer or a personal trainer, and believe me when I tell you that when I danced, EVERYTHING moved! I buried that secret dream way at the back of my mind and focused on other things.
Time passed and I moved away from Zumba to try my hand at other forms of training. I did Crossfit for a while and strength and conditioning after that. However, a spate of injuries meant I couldn’t get any momentum going and I became increasingly frustrated. Earlier this year I made the decision (with a heavy heart) to take a break from that style of training. So, back I went to the same local gym.
This time I felt so much more confident. It didn’t bother me (as much) to take my place in the weight room or to do my thing on the gym floor. But, I still loved the classes offered. Spinning, TRX, HIIT and of course Zumba. Anything that gets the heart pumping and the endorphins flowing, I found impossible to resist. It didn’t take too many Friday night classes before I began to wonder again… Maybe, just maybe I could teach this? Maybe it wasn’t as crazy as I thought it was? I decided to check it out.
I went on line and saw that there was an instructors’ training course taking place just a couple of weeks later. Was it a sign? Not knowing how regularly the courses came up and terrified of missing my chance, I booked it! Almost immediately panic set in. Who the hell was I trying to kid? I am an accountant FFS. I have no business standing in front of a class. I would be immediately exposed as a fraud. Eventually, however, I convinced myself to go to the course. I talked to my instructor and she assured me that I would emerge unscathed (thank you Audrey!) I figured I had paid for it, so I may as well go, and sure what’s the worst that could happen? GULP!
So, off I went and honestly, it was amazing. I had such a brilliant day, met lots of cool people, learned so much and generally had a blast. #Zumbaislife! Until Monday. Inevitably work and the day to day took center stage again, and all thoughts of embarking on a new adventure were relegated to the realms of pipe dreams.
The problem is, I have this friend. Every time I saw her she would ask me “so, what’s happening with the Zumba thing?” and every time I would offer some lame responses, “I’m still looking in to it” or “I’m just so busy at work right now.” Seriously though, she was relentless. It got to the point where I agreed to contact my local community center about holding a class there, as much to satisfy her as anything else! Imagine then, my horror, when the community centre agreed to host me! I was completely overwhelmed and daunted. Not only about the actual class, but also the logistics of marketing it and even getting people to show up.
As luck would have it, work got crazy and it looked like I was going to be spending a significant amount of time travelling. I wasn’t going to be able to commit to teaching a class at least until things settled down. There was no choice but to cancel it. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little relieved. No sooner had I emailed to cancel the class, when the work situation changed again. Just like that I had neither the exciting work adventure or the Zumba class to look forward to.
I was flattened, and horribly conflicted. One side of me is Arwen the accountant. Who has spent a long time building a career and doing a pretty good job. But the other side of me wants to be writing, teaching and coaching. I had always assumed that this conflict would eventually resolve itself. One side of me would naturally become dominant and that would be that. At this particular time both personas had suffered a huge blow and I really struggled to know what to do for this best. I felt utterly lost and confused.
I was still in this state of mind when I found myself at The Better Life Project’s Empowered Women Workshop. During the course of the day Sarah spoke about feelings we often have. Voices in the back of our minds saying “who am I to do such and such a thing?” This really resonated with me. It was the exact question I had been asking myself for so long. “Who am I to try to teach Zumba?” “who am I to assume I can coach people?” I don’t have the perfect body, I don’t have a dancing background, even after two training course and hundreds of hours of practice, I still trip over my feet at times.
Sarah advised us to re-frame these questions. Instead of asking who am I to do it, ask who am I NOT to do it. Oh wow, talk about a light bulb moment. She was so right. Who am I not to use the training and education I have gained to try to help others on their fitness journeys? Who am I to take the motivation and inspiration I have gotten from my own instructors and not pay it forward? Who am I to sit on the sidelines of my own life, waiting for something to happen?
The drive home that Saturday was long, and I had a lot of time to think. I mulled over the events of the past months and began to realise I had missed a golden opportunity. I had been standing on the precipice of my dream future and backed away from it. What an idiot! Resigned to the fact that I couldn’t do anything about it and determined not to dwell, as I parked my car I decided to put these thoughts away too.
The very next Monday, I received an email from a woman looking for a Zumba instructor. Before I had a chance to talk myself out of it, I replied with an emphatic yes! I feel so blessed to have been given a second chance to pursue this. I appreciate how fortunate I am, and I am determined to not let anyone down. The count down is truly on and this day two weeks, I will be pressing play on a long awaited adventure. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
So many people have influenced, inspired and at times even bullied me into making this happen. I am so thankful to each and every one of you. If I could offer one small piece of advice to anyone who wants to take the first step towards their dream, it’s this. Get after it! Be well xxx
5 thoughts on “A to Zumba”
Absolutely thrilled for you! You have a passion to share your experience to better others, Improve their health and wellbeing, focus on your end outcome, don’t let others shatter your dream, keep your focus, belief and passion!! It’s YOUR life, live it the way you desire!
Proud of you! You will be and are an amaxingong coach and inspirational woman!!
Can’t wait to pop along to one of your classes!!
You don’t need luck so , enjoy moment !
Thanks so much. You can’t know how much of an influence you have been xxx
I also have been bitten by the Zumba bug and I have played with the possibility of becoming an instructor. I do not think that I have the bravery to go through with the training process. Your story was very inspiring.
That’s brilliant to hear! Go for it. You have nothing to lose xxx
Maybe when my schedule calms down a bit. As for now, I’ll just make up random moves in my head and “practice” while waiting for a subway or a bus. 😉