This course had better give me an amazing butt. That appears to be the only part of me that was really in pain when I got up this morning. I'm afraid that this will not be the case tomorrow, and my main point of concern is my feet. I am beginning to fear that they may actually fall off in my sleep, and the bleeding that this would cause could potentially cause death. In my current phoneless situation, I wouldn't be able to call for help, so it could be ages before anyone found me. To that future person, I apologise for how much I am probably going to smell at that point.
Today we started latin classes, which are so much fun, and our teacher is amazing. His name is Aric, and he just finished on Dancing with the Stars as Rihnnon Fish's partner, and is currently choreographing ballroom styles for So You Think You Can Dance Australia. As much I loved the class, I discovered an odd condition that I don't think will be very conducive to my latin skills. My hips tend to just spasm in any direction that they choose, rather than the carefully set and rhythmic patterns choreographed. I know people say that there's no such thing as too much hip in a latin routine, but I think I proved them wrong today.
Despite my woeful hips, I did find the one activity that I haven't totally sucked at so far; skipping. Apparently that odd little up and down motion that I liked to use as my cop out for exercise, is actually quite hard for some people. Really? Even the old tricks I learned back in Primary school at Jump Rope for Heart were super impressive, and it turns out that 10mins of skipping is equal to 30 of running, so I haven't been taking the easy way out after all. I am one happy little jumper.
I's raining outside, and since I tracked mud onto the tiles when I came in, I should probably go and clean that. Goodnight humans that cannot possibly feel awkward or inadequate after reading these rambles,
Xx, Little Duck
No comments:
Post a Comment