Hippity, hoppity

I went to my first hip hop class at the Y this week and I loved it. Loved it. Loved it so much I can't wait to go back,, wish it were offered every night of the week and wish I could toss in the towel on Zumba and embrace only hip hop.

Did I mention I loved it?

Everything was built on an eight-count. As in, 5-6-7-8-jam out! But seriously, Vicki S. at the Southwest Valley Family YMCA may just be my favorite group exercise teacher ever. She broke down the moves into small pieces, putting together a few at a time, repeating them repeatedly, and having us build on the routine each time. Granted, the moves in the first 1/2 hour of the class probably weren't that difficult, but who doesn't love a "kick-sit" or a "bucket-pull"--I think it was probably good that I couldn't see myself in the mirror, but I was totally rockin' out.

Then came the second half of the class when Vicki S. decided to teach a new routine...and things sort of fell apart for me. Between trying to "shake it like Beyonce" and doing a "cross-kick," I had a much more difficult time keeping up, but as with so many things in life, I laughed at myself, kept jammin' out, and had a great time.

And the other thing I love about hip hop? You can have a total attitude while you're doing it, like, "yea, don't mess with me--I know hip hop" (and then bust out some moves).