I haven’t written about dance classes in awhile, so I suppose it is about time. I have a mock fete coming up for Tahitian dancing. A mock fete is a practice competition that is run just like a competition with sign-in, line-ups and judges. I still haven’t decided if I will be there. It’s the last Sunday of March, but it corresponds with my son’s spring break. It’s an all day thing that I’m not sure he will be able to stand. I’d rather spend the time with him, since I don’t often have him for spring break. His upcoming spring breaks will be taken up with a band trip and French class trip.

Dance classes aren’t going as well as I would like since I was sick for a week. The residuals of being sick lasted another week. I have lost quite a bit of strength. I’m really quite surprised.

Hula is still an hour a week, but Tahitian practice is two hours a week. I need to find 30 minutes a day–every day–to improve. It’s “every day” that is the problem. I know my weaknesses, but I just never work myself as hard as class.

I’m going through the “I’m not good enough” stage. I’m often frustrated because I have to work so hard to get just a little improvement. Some dancers pick up the moves faster. Perhaps they practice more. I’ve been at it for six months, and I wish I was a better dancer than where I’m at right now. I’m stronger. My body is leaner. But I’m still not in good enough shape to even last through 20 minutes of stamina training.