Sorry, what?

Guess what? I still hurt. It is getting better though (touch wood,) and I survived another fitness session with our trainer, who is so nice that there is no way you can hate him for the pain he causes. While he easily executed exercises that only a modern day Tarzan should be attempting, I followed along as best I could, looking like a frog missing a couple of legs, and I'm sure I'm going to pay for it tomorrow.
I continued my legless frog impersonation throughout my first ever hip hop class, but excelled when we were asked to do our best white girl dance. What can I say? I'm naturally awkward, especially when I dance.
We spent the afternoon with a visiting choreographer/dancer/performer, and while his advice on choreography and improvising was amazing, I'm not sure that I'll be paying quite as much attention to his life advice. Don't get me wrong, obviously he is surviving (or "thriving" as he calls it) by following his own advice, and we are asked to go into every class with an open mind. Believe me, I tried really hard, but I'm just not sure that his philosophy is for me. Apparently, we don't actually need to eat, we just think we do because society tells us we do, and supermarket CEOs need a nice fat pay check. If I want to "thrive," I should forgo the food and opt instead for dance, sex and rock and roll, as this is all that human beings really need to live. If I do choose to adopt this free and low worry approach to life, I will also be safe from major illnesses, as diseases such as cancer are really all in our minds. All of this extremely enlightening advice came from a man who tried to argue his way out of a speeding ticket on the grounds that in his mind he wasn't speeding. Really? Really? If your mind is that far from the car, maybe you shouldn't be driving...
On the way home I stopped in at a new supermarket, where I encountered a young girl who was enjoying playing with the automatic doors, but she seemed to think that in order for them to sense her, she needed to puff her cheeks right out and hold her breath. It was like watching a very furless and red faced squirrel. She then proceeded to tell her brother he was a "wee-wee" because he went to a school in Kirrawee. Burn.
I will end this ramble by saying a very happy birthday to my (usually) lovely little sister who is 18 today. Happy Birthday!!
             
                                                              Xx, Little Duck