But today I did it. I went right in to that scary building and signed away my right to sue if I broke my ankle (probability: high)
A word to dance studios everywhere - why do you have to be so scary? Can't you make the real dancers gather somewhere else? Do I have to sit in the waiting room - dressed in yoga pants and a tank, with them - dressed in too cool for school hip hop gear and sick sneakers? If there's one thing I know it's that the sight of one sweat pant rolled up higher than the other can break me into hives. And yes, there was a hip hopper with a purse that looked like a boom box. Bam. Waiting room stereotype complete.
Class starts - instant nerves because its a 9pm Broadway style class aka loser class and there are only 4 of us. Turns out for the best though because teacher is funny and the other three are also mildly uncoordinated.
Shocker of the night - I can sort of pick up steps still. I read somewhere that learning choreography is good for the brain ... good to know I'm still with it in the noggin department.
Non shocker of the night - while my brain may be quick to learn and remember the steps, my body is horribly out of shape. I know what I'm supposed to be doing but my body won't do it, dammit. The feeling of a fast drop/lunge type thing to the ground feels like the rip that might accompany child birth.
Best feeling of the night - bare feet on the dance floor. Yes, I danced shoe less. I'm sure I will pay for this in the form of blisters tomorrow since my non-dancer feet are uncalloused. But hell to the wow does it feel good. It feels like how you're supposed to move - actuall
y feeling whatever it is you're stepping on to. It feels like the opposite of how I feel the rest of the day - staring at a computer or blackberry, eyes burning and headache forming.Worst feeling of the night - I think the photo of my face will clue you in.
Week one of my 30th year down ... 52 more.
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