I’m sore and stiff this Monday morning. I spent four hours yesterday at the halau for competition practice. Three hours of that time was actually spent practicing. It sounds exciting when I say I was at dance practice. What few realize is that dance practice consists of pushups, situps and sweat dripping down your face and soaking your clothes. Now it sounds icky and more like work. Unfortunately, I won’t be going to more Sunday practices (I could really use the workout) because the leadership program I signed up for interferes with the tryout and subsequent practices if I made the group.

Despite being out of breath and thinking I was going to die of pain, I actually had fun yesterday. Lots of fun. There is always next year to tryout, and I will be a much better dancer by then. I have seen a lot of improvement in just a year. I have been dancing just short of a year now. I certainly pick up the dance moves a lot quicker than I used to. I remember them and know what I’m doing right and wrong.