In a sleep deprived impulsive moment, I signed up to take my first ever dance class. And since I have a way of never easing into something, I picked a hip hop dance class. I am guessing that I should have started with something a bit….slower, but too late to change that now.
I am not what one would call a dancer (as I have stated in many blog posts) and I am a bit….challenged when it comes to steps and moving multiple body parts and trying to remember those steps in any order that would resemble a routine. My brain just does not work that way. My body violently rejects new movement. Hell, you have seen the photos….walking is hard enough for me!
But it has been a long time since I have tried something new and even longer since I have worked out and been active, so this seemed like a good idea….at the time. Now, hmmm….not so much.
In my head I am channeling my inner Jabbawockeez or J Lo, from her Fly Girl days. But in my heart I know that I will end up looking like Elaine from Seinfeld have a seizure as this is my go to dance mode.
Maybe if I wear the mask, no one will know it is me?