For weeks, I'd been waking up on Tuesday mornings with multiple hematomas spread across my knees and shins, the cause of which may have been misinterpreted by more dirty-minded individuals. (Come on, you KNOW you are out there.)
These bruises, however, I am ashamed to admit, are caused by my weekly hip hop sessions. Think multiple knee spins with nothing between your knees and the cold, wooden floors but a pair of cotton sweat pants. Finally, after last week's train wreck, I'd had it and this week caved and went to Olympia and bought some knee pads. Yes, I need a pair of knee pads, please, for hip-hop dancing. Yes! I said hip-hop dancing.
Anyway, this last dance class was on, and I was spinning with the best of 'em, my knees cushioned by a thick piece of heaven. Now if I could only, actually, dance!
3 comments:
Those brusies mean that you are kickin' it at class. You go girl. Keep on dancin'
Curious. What do you get out of a hip hop class that you can't do at a dance club playing hip hop music?
Not sure what you mean, Ari.
There are many things, exercise, the company of fellow dancers, doing something I wouldn't normally do. Plus, there's a recital at the end of the class.
Don't you ever do something just for fun?
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