The music was lively and my fellow Zumba classmates accepted me as one of their own...meaning mostly that they didn't collapse on the gym floor in hysterics watching me try to do some of those sexy salsa moves.


Hello there again, folks! We’re past the halfway point in our annual “Weight No More” contest and things are still looking good.

We started off with more than 170 participants and 134 are hanging tough. Once more, I’d like to thank The Wayne Indpendent and the Wayne County YMCA for continuing to sponsor healthy lifestyles.

Keep up the good work and enjoy this week’s installment of my column...in which Kevin experiences Zumba for the first time...

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Many of you out there know Chris Murray. He's the freckle-faced, dimpled American boy next door....an all-around good egg and as dedicated an ambassador as the Wayne County YMCA has ever had.

I got to know Chris many moons ago when he was still in high school. Back in those days, I was the sports editor at The Weekly Almanac. Chris was my very first intern and he took to the newspaper world like to proverbial fish to water. In fact, it wasn't long after graduating from HHS that Chris came to work for the paper.

A few years later, I moved to The Wayne Independent and Chris wasn't far behind. He soon discovered, however, that writing for a small town newspaper isn't the road to riches so he moved over to the advertising department.

We won't hold that against him. Besides, he knows that if he gets out of line, I'll take him out to Bucks Cove Road and kick his butt!

So, I guess you're wondering why Chris Murray is starring in this week's Weight No More column. It's simple really. I have re-dedicated myself to the task at hand and in celebration attended my first-ever Zumba class.

On Monday night, I joined 11 lovely ladies whose ages ranged from 20 to...well, a little more than 20. The class was led by the YMCA's resident Zumba Queen, Lucy Mazzenga.

The music was lively and my fellow Zumba classmates accepted me as one of their own...meaning mostly that they didn't collapse on the gym floor in hysterics watching me try to do some of those sexy salsa moves.

Well, after a couple of songs (Lucy's class lasts an hour and I got snagged taking a peek at the clock about 20 minutes in) I finally managed to blend into the back row.

Then, it happened! The opening chords of "Living La Vida Loca" reverberated through the rafters, bounced off the hardwood and echoed in my sweaty ears.

Why should you care? Well gentle readers, this is where Kevin Edwards...professional writer...ties it all together.

Chris Murray, the All American boy, loves this song. In fact, there was a time many year's ago when he had a little man-crush on Ricky Martin. No, it was even more than that. Chris wanted to be Ricky Martin.

So, when that crazy old dance tune blasted forth from Lucy's boom box, I immediately flashed on Chris. Needless to say, I giggled my way through "Living La Vida Loca" and silently vowed I would write a column poking fun at my buddy Chris.

And, if I should suddenly vanish from the local scene and no one can find me, send a search party out toward Bucks Cove Road. You'll probably find me unconscious and bleeding in the weeds.