Let's get...delusional?
I MAY need to schedule in an hour on the weekend in order to take a good hard look at myself.
Well, that consensus came from my friend, Sally (remember - the blogger ). She pointed out this evening that I hadn't really done anything different in my "week of the dancer". I guess it was similar to the "year of the snake"...nothing different happened.
When we were having this conversation, I opened my mouth to protest...but then realised she was probably right.
Last week when I made this proclaimation I had completed five dance classes and was jumping out of bed each day delighted from all the endorphins flying through my body.
This week....hmmmm....honestly? I've reached the low point after the glorious point. But peaks and troughs my friends...peaks and troughs....Next week I'll feel amazing and back to my once-a-fortnight-spritely self!
In saying that...it's not like I didn't dance this week. I did five classes - the same number as last week, AND I have improved marginally.
This week's dancing schedule included: Monday - burlesque then girly hip hop; Wednesday - ballet then urban contemporary and Thursday (tonight) I gave salsa a ... spin.
The way I dance in a salsa class is similar to the way I drink tea....when I'm feeling posh.
I hold my partner's hands like I'm holding tea cups....pinkies up! It's awkward for both parties - I guess in the dancing world it's equivalent to giving someone a fish-like handshake.
Anyway, my friend pointed this out to me and because I was either super tired or super elevated from the shot of coffee I'd uncharacteristically had after 4.30pm...I couldn't stop giggling...I couldn't breath..at one stage I thought my head would spontaneously combust...ahhh....so that's what the phrase "burn the dance floor" means....now I can sleep.
"NOW THE GIRLS TURN!" the instructor was saying, but by this time I was convulsing so much from laughing - my turn became awkward and my posture resembled the Hunchback of Notre Dame and I felt closer to the floor than ever.
I thought my legs might accidentally intertwine and I'd end up resembling a pretzel or looking like one of those really good knots that scouts tie (that's actually hearsay - I wouldn't know what knots scouts tie as the closest I got to being a scout was watching the ad when I was a kid. Remember the ad with the catchy jingle "Swing through the trees like Indiana Jones...."?).
So...if you asked me if I "dressed, ate and worked out like a dancer" this week (as I promised in last week's post) truthfully I'd say....neigh (no that's not a typo...I'm making a pun because it's the year of the horse). But I gave it a good shot and have the aches and pains and tiredness to prove it.
But you know what!?? You can't win in everything...for example, while I may not be at the dancing level I'd like to be from this week's exertion....I've succeeded in other areas.
I've knocked two-whole-minutes off my 5km run time (well 111 seconds...close enough).
Now that's better than a kick in the head .......or a grand jeté for that matter.
P.S. A grand jeté is a type of leapy thing in dance...ha..maybe I am a dancer.
Well, that consensus came from my friend, Sally (remember - the blogger ). She pointed out this evening that I hadn't really done anything different in my "week of the dancer". I guess it was similar to the "year of the snake"...nothing different happened.
When we were having this conversation, I opened my mouth to protest...but then realised she was probably right.
Last week when I made this proclaimation I had completed five dance classes and was jumping out of bed each day delighted from all the endorphins flying through my body.
This week....hmmmm....honestly? I've reached the low point after the glorious point. But peaks and troughs my friends...peaks and troughs....Next week I'll feel amazing and back to my once-a-fortnight-spritely self!
In saying that...it's not like I didn't dance this week. I did five classes - the same number as last week, AND I have improved marginally.
This week's dancing schedule included: Monday - burlesque then girly hip hop; Wednesday - ballet then urban contemporary and Thursday (tonight) I gave salsa a ... spin.
The way I dance in a salsa class is similar to the way I drink tea....when I'm feeling posh.
I hold my partner's hands like I'm holding tea cups....pinkies up! It's awkward for both parties - I guess in the dancing world it's equivalent to giving someone a fish-like handshake.
Anyway, my friend pointed this out to me and because I was either super tired or super elevated from the shot of coffee I'd uncharacteristically had after 4.30pm...I couldn't stop giggling...I couldn't breath..at one stage I thought my head would spontaneously combust...ahhh....so that's what the phrase "burn the dance floor" means....now I can sleep.
"NOW THE GIRLS TURN!" the instructor was saying, but by this time I was convulsing so much from laughing - my turn became awkward and my posture resembled the Hunchback of Notre Dame and I felt closer to the floor than ever.
I thought my legs might accidentally intertwine and I'd end up resembling a pretzel or looking like one of those really good knots that scouts tie (that's actually hearsay - I wouldn't know what knots scouts tie as the closest I got to being a scout was watching the ad when I was a kid. Remember the ad with the catchy jingle "Swing through the trees like Indiana Jones...."?).
So...if you asked me if I "dressed, ate and worked out like a dancer" this week (as I promised in last week's post) truthfully I'd say....neigh (no that's not a typo...I'm making a pun because it's the year of the horse). But I gave it a good shot and have the aches and pains and tiredness to prove it.
But you know what!?? You can't win in everything...for example, while I may not be at the dancing level I'd like to be from this week's exertion....I've succeeded in other areas.
I've knocked two-whole-minutes off my 5km run time (well 111 seconds...close enough).
Now that's better than a kick in the head .......or a grand jeté for that matter.
P.S. A grand jeté is a type of leapy thing in dance...ha..maybe I am a dancer.
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