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Facebook, man. I totally got sucked in.
It's a good thing, though. Though there are some "friends" I have through that particular social networking site that... honestly? I have no freaking idea who they are. None whatsoever. And they've commented, you know, so I can't say, "Now, who are you again?"
That's neither here nor there. Bygones.
Anyway, a little over a month ago, one of my facebook friends that I actually DO know messaged me (Facebook! You don't have to know ANYONE'S email address!) and asked me what I thought about taking a dance class from the theatre that I work for. (I teach theatre there, for those of you not in the know.) Ironically, the dance class is taught by another Facebook friend, Jason. Long story short, I've always wanted to take a class from Jason (he housesits for me and is actually my boss if you want to get right down to it), so I said, "I'll do it if you do it." We wrangled another friend into it, and started class last night.
Are you ready for this?
I'm taking a hip hop dance class.
Me.
Miss Uncoordinated.
And it was FUN. The first half is what Jason called a 'warm up,' but what other people might call a full on exercise class. Or maybe the Bataan Death March. Now I know I don't need to do the 30 Day Shred on the same day I have the class. (Mistake. Bigbigbigbig mistake.) I did yoga this morning to stretch everything back out, and there was a lot of sore muscles, whimpering, wailing and gnashing of teeth. But I'm looking forward to the class. If nothing else, my calves are going to look GREAT by May.
And I'll get exposed to a WHOLE different kind of music. 'Cause they aren't dancing to Steppenwolf, over there.
It's a good thing, though. Though there are some "friends" I have through that particular social networking site that... honestly? I have no freaking idea who they are. None whatsoever. And they've commented, you know, so I can't say, "Now, who are you again?"
That's neither here nor there. Bygones.
Anyway, a little over a month ago, one of my facebook friends that I actually DO know messaged me (Facebook! You don't have to know ANYONE'S email address!) and asked me what I thought about taking a dance class from the theatre that I work for. (I teach theatre there, for those of you not in the know.) Ironically, the dance class is taught by another Facebook friend, Jason. Long story short, I've always wanted to take a class from Jason (he housesits for me and is actually my boss if you want to get right down to it), so I said, "I'll do it if you do it." We wrangled another friend into it, and started class last night.
Are you ready for this?
I'm taking a hip hop dance class.
Me.
Miss Uncoordinated.
And it was FUN. The first half is what Jason called a 'warm up,' but what other people might call a full on exercise class. Or maybe the Bataan Death March. Now I know I don't need to do the 30 Day Shred on the same day I have the class. (Mistake. Bigbigbigbig mistake.) I did yoga this morning to stretch everything back out, and there was a lot of sore muscles, whimpering, wailing and gnashing of teeth. But I'm looking forward to the class. If nothing else, my calves are going to look GREAT by May.
And I'll get exposed to a WHOLE different kind of music. 'Cause they aren't dancing to Steppenwolf, over there.
