2!
Just 26 more classes and I’m done! I’m so close I can taste it.
It was great to see all the classes so full last night! SweatFest registrations were already up to 20 (from 8 on Saturday) and my prophesy that SweatFest would force b-boys to try Cardio Hip Hop and Yoga has already come true, to my great satisfaction and bemusement. There are some really great new people at the studio (yes! new blood!), and SweatFest registrants were sizing each other up, trying to gauge who the strongest competition was. (I’m still going to beat you, Jane 
)
I thought a lot yesterday about the different things a challenge like this– or even any dance class in general– can cause you to confront. There’s the moment when you first step into the studio– possibly to realize you don’t look as cute in your workout clothes as you thought you did. There’s the possibility that you won’t catch on to the choreography, or that your physical limitations will frustrate you. But then there’s also the confidence that grows as you work through things, the opportunities to surprise yourself, and the satisfaction that comes with realizing you survived, and even enjoyed it. This process is not so dissimilar from writing. Challenging onesself to be unwimpy– be it in the studio, in life, or on the page– more often than not brings its own reward.
Tonight’s adventures in unwimpiness will include House, B-Boying, and perhaps even a little Hula Hoop action. (Yeah, 3 classes is a lot, but I’m really curious about the Hula Hoop!… Hear that, Jane? THREE classes.)
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