They hear me rollin'

Hand Jive? Forget it. Try the full on jive. So much fun, and so much cardio. Feeling like a cross between a Grease company member and a Wiggle, I hopped my way through my first lesson in his style, and just when I felt like I was about to drop, we moved on to the Tango. Not only have I never done the Tango, but I had to do it with another girl who had never done it before, and we were supposed to create the feeling that we were wildly passionate about something. I was wildly passionate about getting the footwork right, and not smacking into people or standing on my partners toes. I did however receive my share of smacks and stomps. I think it's safe to say that I managed to create a new and very clean version of the tango, one with no sex appeal whatsoever, just one that creates lots of blisters.
As soon as I got home I fell onto the couch, and woke up an hour later, starving and groggy. After trying to put the peanut butter jar in the fruit dish and my banana skin in the cupboard, I decided that some physical activity was required before I attempted to use a knife at dinner.  To achieve this, I tried to go on with my choreography homework, but achieved nothing more than a few more bruises, and ended up laying on the floor laughing at myself.
I then used my foam roller to try and loosen my muscles, and I'm sure that my landlords must have thought that I was being murdered. Despite my trying to enjoy the exercise by thinking of the relief that it would eventually bring, pained moans kept escaping from my lips, and I ended up just curled in a ball making whimpy whinging noises. I'm not proud of the way I reacted, but in my defence, I didn't stop, I finished the whole thing before I crumbled. If a police investigation squad doesn't burst through my door soon, then I will be very surprised, and quite relieved that no one heard me.
Long story short, I am still alive, and I did manage to use a knife to make dinner, without accidental amputation of any extremities.
Alive to roll another day,
                                                               Xx, Little Duck