I survived the Tahitian dance workshop. I still have a lot to work on. I have some trouble walking and doing the moves at the same time. Being able to dance low (crouching almost) is still tricky. I almost fell over a couple times. I need to remember “balance.” I downed a very large bottle of water during the class, plus snacks.

I enjoy it. I’m sure that when I’m better at it—when it’s easier—I will love it. For now, it’s practice, practice, practice. Tonight though, I think I’m going to bed early. The workshop was 3 ½ hours. We took breaks, but my legs muscles aren’t developed enough yet. Soon though. Those quads are starting to appear. I finally have calves. See, I have always had chicken legs. I was called “chicken legs” though most of school. Soon they will be chicken legs no more. It got to the point where I was self-conscious wearing shorts. I stopped caring sometime in college. The Midwest gets too hot in the summer to wear pants.

I’m sure you wonder how I got into hula/Tahitian dance. This summer I went to Hawaii for the first time with my son. I was mesmerized by the dancers I saw. It is so beautiful. It looked like it would be fun. I never saw how much the dancers sweat. They must drip like me and the others at my halau. I needed a new hobby anyway. I get bored easily, and I love to try new things all the time. So, I began dancing in the middle of August. I have a long way to go before I’m good at it, but I hope it won’t be too long. Every week is a challenge—and I love a challenge. It’s really great exercise as well. That’s just a bonus. I hate to exercise, so this is really good for me.

I may be overly ambitious. The purpose of the workshop was to teach what you need to know to try out for competition. Tryouts are in a month. Wish me luck.

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