Bear in mind that this is the first time in five months that I have even darkened the door of my most excellently shabby gym, so I am really out of shape, even by my slack standards. So, I check in, ask which studio they are using for The Big Z, and am told that Bambi, or whatever, is sick tonight, so no Zumba. Melanie will be teaching a hip hop class instead. Even though I am very disappointed, and quite sure that this class isn't what I want to do, I can't say no as the instructor is standing there looking at me with this hopeful expression. Sure, I say, that will be fun! It wasn't. Not only was it the teacher's very. first. time. teaching., it was fairly apparent that she is not left handed. Not going to be overly critical here in the privacy of the innerweb, but lets just say that my right side is feelin' it. The left, not so much. When it came time for the "face-off", I took my cue and fled to the safety of the weights area, where I proceeded to putz around a little, trying to digest what had just happened to me. I wonder if Bambi will be feeling better by next week - it can't be much worse.