The Naked Man In The Mirror

I woke up excited on Saturday, October 29, 2013. Today I was getting my Zumba certificate at my local YMCA. I have been taking a Zumba class for a year and was loving it. So, I decided to become an instructor. I made my usual breakfast of apple cinnamon oatmeal with a banana. I packed a lunch and filled my water bottle. Today was going to be a fun day of learning and dancing.

When I arrived at the YMCA I parked my car and headed to the front door. Upon entry, there was a table with a "Zumba Instructors" sign. I greeted the woman behind the table followed by letting her know I was here for the Zumba Instructor course. I signed in and she gave me a welcome package. She instructed me on where to head next. We had a private room for the day. Pushing the door open I saw that a couple of other students had already arrived. We introduced ourselves and sat on the floor with a yoga mat for a bit of comfort. A few more ladies came in and we did the chit-chat thing until our instructor was ready to start the class. Like most group gatherings, we started by going around the room saying your name and giving a fun fact about yourself. Once introductions were out of the way the morning continued with learning how to choreograph music. The morning finally passed by and it was time for lunch. Our instructor had a surprise for us. She brought some Zumba gear with her to sell. As she laid the clothing out I noticed a blue sports bra and a bright pink mesh top. I just had to have these! Upon purchase of the bra and top, I decided to wear them for the second half of the course. We were learning dance moves after lunch and I wanted to look my Zumba best!

So, I decided to head to the change rooms to change. I have been to this YMCA before so I knew where the change rooms were. I glanced up at the signs and headed down the hall entrance to what I thought was the woman's change room. There were rows of lockers and benches. At the end of the lockers were three bathroom stalls. I picked the first stall and began to undress. I was slipping into my new sports bra when I heard two male voices come into the change room. My heart stopped! My breathing became hard as I can only describe it as an anxiety attack. I WAS IN THE MEN'S CHANGE ROOM! I tried to calm myself down so I could think of an exit strategy. Once the two men had their belongings in a locker they continued out the door and into the gym. I started to unlock the door to the stall and braced myself for an epic escape. But then a muscular naked black man came out from the shower area. I quickly turned the stall handle to lock it once again. Panic sets back in my body! Now, don't be reading this and tell me you wouldn't do what my next move was... I decided to take a peek. I took a big gulp down my throat and realized why the phrase goes... "Once you go black you never go back!" Then the naked man started to pose in a mirror in front of the stall I was trapped in. I was frozen once again peering through the crack of my stall like a horny teen getting free porn. His posing went on for a while. More men had already come in and out during this time. I looked at my watch and realized I was late for the second half of my training course. I needed out of this stall. So, I pulled up my big girl panties and opened the door. The man quickly covered his big manliness part as I rounded the corner towards the showers. Why towards the showers and not the way I entered? I don't know, but I did. Of course, a father was showering with his son. When the father looked and realized a lady was in the men's shower, he stood in front of his son to cover him. They probably just got out of the pool because the pool entrance was my devastating exit. There I was now standing in the pool area. Now what? Then I saw to my left a miracle sign, the sign that lets people know that it is the women's change room. I pushed the door open and ran through the change room and out the other side. I was once again in the main lobby. From there I went back to the private room and continued my Zumba lesson. I still teach Zumba today and every time I put on my blue Zumba sports bra or bright pink mesh top I bought that day, I am reminded of the naked man in the mirror.

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