Even in the beginning of class.. I was dragging myself because I felt out of shape, but you know, I signed up for this class, and already blew off last week's class.
From the very beginning when we did the warm-up, it felt so good. I felt.. I felt I was home. It's so dorky. I know. And then the stuff we're dancing and learning is so awesome. It is so much better then the holiday thing from last semester. The choreography is not easy, the music has awesome syncopations and weird rhythms. I am so loving it.
Afterwards, I hung out with heresygirl and had some wine and a lovely chat. Learned about cuttle fish from her son's science project.
Oh, and I've been to the gym everyday since Monday.. and today when I got up, I somehow hurt my right foot. So I think I'm overtraining for the half-marathon that I'm so not prepared for. I will just have to take a break tomorrow.
I love dancing. Dancing is home.
I love Andy. Andy is home.