I recently attended in my first dance class EVER.
Well, technically I did take ballet when I was 5. I think my mom put me in it to try to teach me grace. Yeh, that didn't work out too well. All I remember of ballet is that the tights made my chunky legs itch and my hair bun was so tight that it gave me a headache. And something about if didn't keep my feet tightly closed in fifth position, then a witch could get in. Naturally, I have blocked most of that experience.
So back to this first dance class. It was Cardio Hip-Hop. I don't even know what that means. It was at this great place called Dance Austin Studio.
This adventure starts how many of my other adventures have started... A friend wanted to check out this dance studio, but didn't want to go by herself. So she asked me to go with her, the person who thinks, "Sure. I'll try anything once. What's the worst that can happen."
And now as I sit here with my left butt muscle raging in a sore spasm of angst, fatigue and mutiny, I realize what the worst thing that can happen is... I won't be able to walk for a week.
Now in my mind, the quality of my moves were right up there with the contestants on So You Think You Can Dance. A few quick peeks into the full length mirror showed me that I look more like a drunk hippo doing the Macarena. Not a pretty sight. So in that moment, I did what all self-respecting dancers do... I quickly shuffled myself to the back row, camouflaged by someone much taller and more skillful, and focused my eyes on the teacher's moves instead of my own.
And as I kick-step-hop-shuffle-shuffle-spinned my way through class, I realized that I was having so much fun. The music was blaring and the absurdity of my lack of coordination was forgotten. I was out of my comfort zone by a long shot. But as I learned each move and step, I became more and more proud of myself for just trying something new. And the fact that it was so much fun surprised me. I am used to workouts that are punishing. And this dance class is punishing, but in a way that you are begging for more.
Now, I know that I will never be a great dancer. But just like Napolean Dynamite danced his ass off on that school stage, I dance MY ass off every Saturday at a little dance studio in Austin. And it is wicked fun.
Well, technically I did take ballet when I was 5. I think my mom put me in it to try to teach me grace. Yeh, that didn't work out too well. All I remember of ballet is that the tights made my chunky legs itch and my hair bun was so tight that it gave me a headache. And something about if didn't keep my feet tightly closed in fifth position, then a witch could get in. Naturally, I have blocked most of that experience.
So back to this first dance class. It was Cardio Hip-Hop. I don't even know what that means. It was at this great place called Dance Austin Studio.
This adventure starts how many of my other adventures have started... A friend wanted to check out this dance studio, but didn't want to go by herself. So she asked me to go with her, the person who thinks, "Sure. I'll try anything once. What's the worst that can happen."
And now as I sit here with my left butt muscle raging in a sore spasm of angst, fatigue and mutiny, I realize what the worst thing that can happen is... I won't be able to walk for a week.
Now in my mind, the quality of my moves were right up there with the contestants on So You Think You Can Dance. A few quick peeks into the full length mirror showed me that I look more like a drunk hippo doing the Macarena. Not a pretty sight. So in that moment, I did what all self-respecting dancers do... I quickly shuffled myself to the back row, camouflaged by someone much taller and more skillful, and focused my eyes on the teacher's moves instead of my own.
And as I kick-step-hop-shuffle-shuffle-spinned my way through class, I realized that I was having so much fun. The music was blaring and the absurdity of my lack of coordination was forgotten. I was out of my comfort zone by a long shot. But as I learned each move and step, I became more and more proud of myself for just trying something new. And the fact that it was so much fun surprised me. I am used to workouts that are punishing. And this dance class is punishing, but in a way that you are begging for more.
Now, I know that I will never be a great dancer. But just like Napolean Dynamite danced his ass off on that school stage, I dance MY ass off every Saturday at a little dance studio in Austin. And it is wicked fun.
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