Want to know how to burn fat? Take your workouts seriously.
Like, when I go to the gym, game face on (see above), shoes double knotted, head band on, mouth guard in, ok, no mouth guard, but you get the picture; I am there to get my sweat on. Seriously.
Oh, and have a good time.
A really good time.
That’s why I love going to Zumba: I sweat and I have fun.
And sometimes, I embarrass myself.
Recently, my wonderful instructor decided to introduce 4 new songs in one of our hour long class sessions.
That got the old heart and brain pumping.
I was putting in work in that gym: salsaing, lifting, sambaing, tripping over my own feet periodically, dropping it like it’s hot. All of that.
And then, outta nowhere, I punched myself in the face. Literally. My very own fist, jammed directly into my very own face. Uppercut style.
Head snapped back, glasses went careening through the air, and I hit the floor in search of them like Velma in Scooby Doo.
Luckily no one stepped on them. And I only missed a few beats of the Pitbull jam we were rocking to.
There was a point in my life recently where, after punching myself in the face in front of a room full of people, I would’ve made that my last appearance in Zumba class. Probably even in the gym actually.
I would’ve run to my car and cried after barfing alongside it from the humiliation of crawling across the floor, chasing after my spectacles, in a puddle of my own sweat, while women got jiggy wit it all around me.
But, that chick is dead. Or at least entirely suppressed by the healthy energy coursing through my body. I didn’t get that energy by running, screaming away from the gym every time I punched myself in the face.
I got that by being serious about my fitness, going to 5 Zumba classes a week, eating better, and adding Revolt Now Fitness workouts to my weekly regimen. But, mostly from Zumba. And, enduring a face punch every now and then.
So, I can’t quit. No matter how many times I punch my own face, send my glasses into the workout pathway of another club member, or miss a few beats because I’m busy going after them.