For years, Zumba dance class was my go-to medicine for lifting depression. All my group exercise classes were like that and, after years, the gym regulars became like family. Zumba was always my favorite though, because of my history as a dancer and the opportunity to show off.
Then I injured myself (ironically) while showing off in the gym at a kick-boxing class. There’s a whole story about how what I first thought was a soft-tissue injury was actually far worse and gradually became crippling.
After years of various therapies and cleared by my Kaiser doctors, I started back at the gym feeling very vulnerable and broken. My first Zumba class in four years was on August 1, 2022. I only lasted a brief 15 minutes.
For months I went to two classes each week, in agony much of the time and a pale shadow of my previous exuberant self. Gradually, I became stronger and more capable. Finally, on November 9, 2022, I was able to keep moving for the entire sixty minutes.
I drove home (the gym is only four minutes drive from home) and with the last bit of strength available to stand upright and soaked in sweat, I recorded this video: