So. My friend Janice asked if I wanted to take Tahitian dancing with her. I rarely say no to her, so I said, "Yes! Sounds like fun!" It's only a 10-minute drive from my house. (South Seattle, represent) It's like 95% women of color and two white girls. Awesome.
IT IS NOT FUN. It is literally the hardest workout I've ever done in my life.
Want to try it?
Okay. Let's have a lesson.
Feet an inch apart. Knees bent. Hips tucked under (keep your core tight). Shoulders back.
Okay, hold that squat for an hour.
Put your arms up in a t. HOLD THEM FOR AN HOUR.
Okay, move your hips from side to side. And in a big circle. Very fast. But also some slow. Some sways. (To "cool down.")
HOLD THAT DAMN SQUAT FOR AN HOUR.
SWEAT LIKE YOU'VE NEVER SWEATED BEFORE. (It's 90 degrees in Seattle right now with no air conditioning in this second-floor classroom.)
CRY A LITTLE BECAUSE YOUR THIGHS ARE SCREAMING.
CRY MORE BECAUSE YOUR ARMS ARE EFFING JELLO.
And that's Tahitian dance.
I thought this was a fun dance class. No, it's a "fun" workout dance class.
IT IS SO HARD.
But I love it.
And one of these days, my hips won't lie. (Right now, they do. They just can't move that way.)
PS this is in no way trying to mock or deride Tahitian dance. I love my Monday class. But it is so so so so so so hard. We had the intermediate class instructor substitute once, and she's harder than our teacher, and I almost cried.
KEEP HOLDING THAT DAMN SQUAT AND GET BACK TO ME.
PPS anyone is welcome to join if you live in the Seattle area!
PPPS I'm totally performing in May. I asked if we can wear tank tops and not bikini tops. And we can, phew. No way would I get up there in a bikini top. My boobs. My stomach. Absolutely not.