The One Where I Dance
In case you haven’t noticed we’re still in this quarantine! 🥴
A while back on IG I said I had a goal to exercise every day. I’ve been doing a weight/HIIT program for a while and needed a change. I scrolled through the countless options and a dancing program popped up. That should be fun!
I fired up the laptop and pressed play. I made it through the warm up just fine. The first couple of moves were no problem. Then the actual dancing started and I remembered something....I am a terrible dancer.
Ya know that scene in Dirty Dancing where Baby’s sister is practicing for the end-of-the-season show and she’s bouncing up and down with the music, but her timing is off and she’s jerky? Yeah that’s me.
Shaun T and cast were shuckin’ and jivin’ real smooth and I was flailing everywhere. Like ev-er-y-where. We’re talking arms and legs going every which way. 🙄
I need to rewind a little bit. I have a mirror in there so I can check my form when I’m using weights. I can only see myself in a small portion of the room. While the instructor and cast are staying in a perfect 6’ square box - I am all over every square inch of the 14 x 16’ room. I’m covering ground like a cat with its tail on fire - and now that I’m catching glimpses of myself in the mirror during my random fly-by’s - THIS CAT CAN’T DANCE! I was laughing so hard at myself I nearly wet my britches. Several times.
And I didn’t improve. At all.
I endured this laugh fest for 40 minutes.
Will I do it again? Um, probably not.
What did I learn? That I’m lifting weights tomorrow. The heaviest weights I can possibly find.