The Zumba classes at my gym (Wisconsin Athletic Club) are sad, shabby affairs, possessed of a couple half-hearted students who inevitably quit after just a couple weeks. I know this 'cos the downtown branch kept shifting the timeslot of Zumba around in a misguided and wholly unsuccessful effort at catching the "after work" crowd or the "lunchtime" crowd, etc. Anyway for a while it was right after my pilates class (which continues to be insanely popular, due in large part to our intensely fit and brutal teacher) so I got to observe the sad phenomena described above.
The rap on it that I heard from a couple of the trainers is that the dance aspect terrifies most people, the "serious gym rats" don't take it seriously, and the dancers all take the dance-as-exercise classes that are actual dance classes taught by actual dancers so they can actually, you know, dance.
I have no personal opinion on the matter, just the above collection of observations, though I'll admit to falling into the "dance aspect of it terrifies me" crowd, and from what I could hear the music is awful, which is the surest way to drive me out of any place or event.
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Date: 2009-10-20 01:08 pm (UTC)The rap on it that I heard from a couple of the trainers is that the dance aspect terrifies most people, the "serious gym rats" don't take it seriously, and the dancers all take the dance-as-exercise classes that are actual dance classes taught by actual dancers so they can actually, you know, dance.
I have no personal opinion on the matter, just the above collection of observations, though I'll admit to falling into the "dance aspect of it terrifies me" crowd, and from what I could hear the music is awful, which is the surest way to drive me out of any place or event.