There probably is no help. I’m not completely uncoordinated, but last night’s dance class would make you think otherwise. I don’t know what happened or what was going on with me. I just couldn’t get the movements right. If everyone was moving right, I went left. I couldn’t remember the steps that I know. Today I’m too tired to care.

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.

August already. Tahitian torture begins this Sunday. I’m kidding but only partially. It feels like torture to practice for 3 hours. It makes Monday hell. I doubt I have the skills to make the tryouts for next year’s fete group, but I want to get in that practice. Sort of. I want to get better, but I don’t want to ache. I’m not feeling the best today, and I have a two hour practice tonight. Joy. With all the other stuff I have going on this year, I doubt I really have time for dance even if I did make the group. I need the exercise though. In just a few short weeks of having my son around, I managed to gain a few pounds. I think I’d like to go back to bed and stay there all day.

Well we’re gearing up again for competition in Tahitian dance. I entered a solo competition in mid-July. I’m beginning to think I’m crazy. I’m still sore from Saturday’s practice, which was 2 1/2 hours. In the next few weeks our practices will be 3 or 4 hours.  I absolutely have to get in some practice myself. Funny how everything else in life gets in the way except for those scheduled practices at the studio.  I’m not feeling very ready, but then I have a month.

I get asked that a lot. Lately I haven’t known what to say. I know there is a lot that is new, but how interesting do others find it? I’m still working on my project, although it has been a slow week coming up to the holiday. I had a seminar end this week, and the other didn’t meet. So I’m off to live in my now quiet head.

I have my costume for Tahitian competition. Well, all but the flower. I have to decide on a flower, and it has to be real. So that means it has to last all day (from 7 am to about 6 pm).

Last weekend I was busy meeting up with friends–even after a long day at the garage sale. It seems that most people are out of town this weekend or have other plans, but perhaps something will come up spur of the moment. A friend is supposed to have a party either Friday or Saturday, but I haven’t heard anything further.

Oh, I finally got a Nintendo Wii, which is supposed to be for my son. I have been playing. It’s a lot of fun. I ended up with a sore arm from playing tennis.

Work? Well, it’s still the same, although it seems that some new interest could provide more immediate funding. Just have to see.

The cats are pretty much the same. So is the dog. I have one cat with an immune disorder, and he’s not looking so good right now. Not much I can do about it other than keep him comfortable. It’s kind of icky to watch him waste away.

I realized today that I haven’t written about hula and Tahitian dancing for awhile now. No, I haven’t quit. I’m preparing for competition in July. I think it is a worth while experience. Now, do I think I will make it past preliminaries? No. But that’s okay. I have realized that it takes time to become a good dancer. Hula and Tahitian dancing look easy. They aren’t. I’m having a lot more fun though!

I need to train more and change my diet. Fun. Well, not so fun.

It has been cat week here, so it’s time for something different. I have been working on my project these past couple of weeks, but mainly this week. A little bit every day. It’s going to go well. Coming up this weekend I have several choices of things to do: tahitian dancing, going out with friends or be an extra in a movie. Sunday I have an audition. How weird is that? Honestly, I don’t even know what to do.

I’m writing this before the people get here to repair the back fence. Yesterday they didn’t show because it rained a little. Very little. For a few hours. Silly workers. I’m waiting for this morning’s excuse to be that it’s too wet. So I’m waiting to see if they show. I need them to finish the fence as promised in one day, so my dog can go out and not get out. She’s pretty lazy now, but she used to love to get loose and run…and run…and run.

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I’m back to another rough patch in my dancing. I have spent two weekends including all day on the Fridays before sitting. My butt hurts. My strength is less than it was. I need to get back to practicing more. I can’t believe that just a few days of not practicing reduced my leg strength. I’m enjoying it more though since the courses because I’m not berating myself for mistakes.

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.