About a week ago, Fab Instructor Denise told our class about a woman who got herself some happening hip hop workout pants and found that they inspired her to become her fiercest self in the gym. Such a story likely created no problems for the normal women in my Zumba circle. However, once my misguided brain cells got hold of that information, they carried it into my dream world. I dreamed that I was practicing my Zumba steps in front of the tall mirror in our guest room and was AMAZED by my own moves. Janet Jackson, Beyonce—ladies, step aside. I MEAN I had it going on. And in my dream, as I tried to comprehend how I had become such a dancing machine, it dawned on me. I was wearing my "magic pants" (which are actually just gym pants I ordered from Athleta—no mention in the dream if I had to pay extra for the dancing magic). So to my Zumba sisters, just know from now on, that should I grapevine left when y'all are grapevining right, lose my gait in mid-gallop, or salsa off the wrong foot—my magic pants are probably in the laundry.