Zumba was torture set to music - great music to exercise to, though. But it was still better than watching the end of Oklahoma, the musical. I got to the point where they sang the Ohhhhhh Oklahoma! and then I was done. I didn't want to watch Rod Steiger do bad stuff, which was obviously coming. My husband got up this morning and told me that if I was planning on turning it back on to see the end, he would be at the dentist, since a root canal would be more fun. And yet he can watch John Wayne in the same old movies every day. That's what I get for marrying a straight man!
Oh, and I am going back to Zumba, but I will be looking for Silver Zumba, the Senior Edition.