After sleeping in this morning and missing the RPM class at the gym I decided to push aside my fears (that's been happening a lot lately) and brave the 9:30 Body Jam class. I've never had a dance lesson in my life, but have mastered the art of jumping around the bedroom singing into a hair brush. I don't have two left feet, but I'm no Fred Astaire either.
I was a mess of nerves before the class started and contemplated making a run for the exit more times than I could count. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) one of the instructors had spotted me, the new girl, and was keeping a close watch on the exit. My plan was foiled, I had to stay.
What a great class!! I absolutely loved it! I struggled a bit with the moves at the start, but I think that that may have been more to do with how tense I was rather than a complete lack of dance ability. It took me a few tracks to get into it, but by the end of the disco phase I was dancing along with the best of them (although I wasn't quite as flashy). I don't know that Ginger Rogers would be proud, but at the very least I'm sure she'd admire the fact that I had a go. I'm hoping I"ll hang onto this good feeling long enough to motivate me to go to another class through the week or again next Saturday. It was so much fun and such a nice change from running!!!
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