Remember those formative dance years? When your friends taught you rhythm and dancing?
My friend was a stripper.
Do you know what that does to your ability to go bar hopping and dance? It does 2 things:
1. Your ability to pick up guys increases enormously because you dance with BLATANT sexuality.
2. Other women do NOT like you.
So I don’t dance. My rhythm automatically screams “5 INCH HEELS!! STRIPPER STRUT!!!’ And I just don’t dance.
Tonight, our roller derby cross training involved Zumba.
Jennifer, the lovely lovely instructor says: “It’s not DANCE, its FITNESS!!”
Ok Jennifer. But I see the framed certificate on the wall that says “DANCE INSTRUCTOR”
And you’re teaching me several dance moves.
I have to admit – I quite liked it. As long as I didn’t look in the mirror, I could convince myself that my ass was moving like Jennifer’s. It certainly FELT like I was shaking it in the same manner…
It was fun. I liked it. My knee didn’t, but I did. I may even go back.
For the moment though… my hips, my thighs, my knees… all are reminding me that it really WAS a fitness class. And that while we were doing dance moves… there’s a REASON dancers are so fit.
I wonder if my ass would look like that if I kept it up?
Image taken from here.