I’d been warned about her before, but had managed to dodge her.
Today I arrived in exercise class expecting to see our usual instructor Vickie, but instead an unfamiliar woman was standing in the gym, calling out instructions no one could hear over the bustle of arrivals and ongoing chatter. Not a good sign. Any teacher worth their salt knows to wait till the group settles down.
Soon she started up a recording of Zumba moves and we were off. I gave it my best shot, but she became increasingly difficult to follow – quick moves that came and went with no apparent sequence – and the movements had little to do with the needs of senior citizens and were more about something you’d find on a dance floor.
After 10 minutes of this nonsense, I picked up my belongings and left. I’ve done this before, and I’ll do it again. At this point in life I’m done being a good sport for no purpose.