
It is NOT like riding a bicycle. You definitely can't hop back into a class after 12 years and think you are going to be good. Come to think of it, I haven't ridden a bike in a long time, so maybe I wouldn't be any good at that either.
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I am taking the Modern 2 class at RDT in downtown Salt Lake. It is fast and hard choreography, that usually leaves me spinning by myself five seconds after the music ends. Hmmm... shouldn't I take the Modern 1 class, if I haven't danced in so long? Good question. To bad they DON"T OFFER ONE!
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I guess they get a kick out of seeing aging moms like me, floundering to songs by someone named Lady Gaga??? Last time I danced, everything was to Sarah, or Jewel, or Fiona. I wish they would use some of these songs again. I would still suck, but at least I would enjoy the music.
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At the beginning of tonight's class, when it became decidedly evident I was out of my league, I thought being the worst person in class might do me some good. I've never been the WORST before, maybe I would gain character by not quitting. Well, by the end of class, I can assure you... being the worst is not so good for me, my character or my waistline. My self esteem plummeted. I hated everyone in the class and I wanted to go home and drown my sorrows in hot fudge. So join me next Tuesday at RDT, but not if you are better than me... I don't want to have to hate you.