Despite few drops of rain, I still made my way to the gym last nite for usual Body Jam class. Such is my loyalty and commitment to the one exercise that I don't excel in. I possess neither a dancer's body nor grace but occassionally I like to fantasize that I actually do.
So, first half of the class last nite was great actually...I knew the moves..everything was going great, no problem. Basically, I was rocking it, dancing to the praises of the instructor. I was having fun, showing off every once a while to the newbies and outside onlookers..
Moments of brilliance....
2nd block of the class, however, was a total nightmare. There were too many spinnings in the tracks. After a few turnings, the studio was basically spinning right in front of my eyes. I was like a little kid trying to find my shadow on the floor. I could have easily be mistaken for a drunkard. The instructor was no longer singing praises.
The effect of one spinning too many.
I always tell myself that I don't take this class very seriously, preferring instead to enjoy an hour of fun, which I do really but sometimes stinking at something which I like just isn't fun .
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