Oh. My. God. My dancing is horrendous! I have the routine pretty much down but holy shit. I look like a drowning woman flailing my arms in distress. And of course, just as I get all the steps memorized, teach introduces a new routine. And I thought my old moves were bad. The new ones? Wtf?

You know, in the beginning– the way beginning– I was optimistic about hip hop. Now? Screw it. I’m doomed. I was so tired after today’s class, by the time I got home (like five minutes later), I’d totally forgotten the new routine. I remembered the first four steps and after that, total blank. No fucking clue. Not even a smidgen of an inkling. Lame.

And when she showed us the new choreography, there was this, well, I would describe it like a fencing or sword fighting-type of motion. So she was doing it, and everyone was following along and then, teach saw me in the mirror and the women stopped what she was doing and started laughing. Yes! I’m that bad! And the girl next to me had to stop because she was cracking up at me too. So embarrassing. Jesus. How many more sessions are left? Countdown to the end of my weekly humiliation. Gotta make it to mid June. Unbelievable. And to think I even considered enrolling in the summer sessions… way in over my head.

The crappy thing is, if I limit my activities to things I’m good at, that leaves rollerblading and um rollerblading. Yeah, I was ok at bouldering and horseback riding, but those activities are too damn involved. Too many props. Man, I’m screwed.

Oh well, at least I burned off the ice cream and challah bread from earlier today.

Btw, I need to get me some decent sweatpants. I don’t know what it is, but I look like a total schlump in my class. And I’m actually one of the more fit people in there. Tina says my gray sweatpants are way too big: she says they make me look like a fiddle. So tonight I wore my shorts instead, but those turned out to be too damn short, especially when we were bending over doing warm-ups. Ugh. I know, I have issues! Need to take care of this shit before next class. Btw, the class is no longer a safe haven for women. Some dude started coming. The only relief I get out of it is that he moves even more stiffly than I, so at least I’m not TOTAL bottom of the barrel. 🙂

I did hit the local Target tonight for the sweatpants. Who knew this would be such a goddamn chore? Nuthin’ at Target. Not a damn thing. I did manage to try on six non-athletic garments, but they all looked like crap. I nearly walked out of there empty-handed but then I got sucked into the Mother’s Days cards. Papyrus has some beautiful, decorative ones but holy shit: $7 a card! And yes, I bought three of them (one for Noorie James). Well I figure if I’m not going to buy gifts, I might as well splurge on kickass cards. Hate all that mushy language though. Thankfully the ones I bought keep things short and simple.