Dear Zumba,
I have loved you from the moment we met. Well, that’s not true. You made me feel uncoordinated because you are so awesome, sexy and coordinated, while I awkwardly trip over my feet. But we grew on each other. Our lunchtime rendezvous spice up my work day. But this isn’t fair to my husband (or our budget). I just cannot swing $55 a month for the convenience of a gym near work, while still paying $35/month for the gym near home. Especially considering that I have a FREE gym in my apartment building.
It’s true that I may from time to time be able to get off work in time to catch you at the cheaper gym near my house, but that seems unlikely now that grad school draws near. Saying goodbye to you is killing me. (Cue “The Hardest Thing” by 98 degrees) Please know that I will always remember you! My dance skills will never be the same.
Love, Shannon