I've got only one face for you.
Yeah. That one.
What is that face, you ask? That face is the mask I sadly wore when I realized how seriously and fascinatingly out of shape I was.
I took my first dance class this week, and let me say that I was more than excited to tackle this month's challenge. Music fun? Check! Awesome dance moves? Check! This class had everything I wanted to do! And as the music began blasting through the stereo, my booty was moving like I wanted to own that dance floor! First came the one-two steps, then the kicking, then the jumping, then the rolling around, then the turning, then the running (right and left). At first, my inner voice was producing all kinds of onomatopoeia mimicking ease ("Pffff! I got this", "Psccchh! Easy, dude"). By the end of the third song, my thoughts were no longer with me. And then came the end of the fifth song... I started breathing so hard the girl next to me would think I've got asthma. Even I'd think I've got asthma.
And I thought that whole being out of shape at my age was just a myth. Psch! I can dance until 2AM when I go out! Yeah, turns out cardio dancing is quite different from regular dancing.
Let's hope by the end of this challenge/month, I'll still be alive and kicking!
Let's do the success dance!!!
That's the best I can do.
Signing out,
MTam
