Gettin' crunk at Crunch

I've been taking a class called "Videography" at the gym on Wednesdays, which is a fancy name for hip-hop cardio. I've taken cardio dance classes in the past since I joined the gym, but never found myself able to keep up with the various 8 counts and complicated choreography once we get to the "let's take it to tempo!" stage. Freestyle dance with my boyfriend at a club I can do; dance routines? Not so much.

Still, I'm not a quitter, so I just keep going each week looking like a fool with two left feet. But wait, there's more! Not only do I royally stumble on the steps, but we also have to "perform" as we are broken off into 2 separate groups while the other watches. So now there's performance anxiety to boot! ha ha ha! Surprisingly, it really doesn't bother me much at all. Here I am, surrounded by a mix of wannabe dancers to hardcore dancers who pick up the routine "like that", and then the gay guys who make it look better than most of the women in the room ha ha! Luckily, there are other non-pros in the room who are having just as hard, if not a harder time than I am.

Well, I can admit that I am not naturally born with Janet Jackson dance skills, but damn I actually kind of got the routine down today! So I could actually focus on making it flow from one move to the next instead of Mr. Roboto-ing it from one count to the next. So now I'm motivated to keep at it now that I know that a little practice and mind numbing concentration helps me shake my bon-bon like a pro. Now if only I could start a dance routine in a club - the way that musicals break out in song and dance in a random, unnatural fashion. Then I could show off my newfound skills..ha ha ha!