Humbled

We are in the middle of Bay Area National Dance Week. I hoped to attend one of the free classes on Monday, but there was nothing really exciting in the East Bay. So this afternoon Christine and I went to a class in Mill Valley since I was already up there teaching the little divas. It was an Intermediate Modern Dance class. Not only was the class really large, it was full of (enter spy/thriller music here) teenagers!

Yeah, those snivelly little ones that dance well and make me look bad.

The teens take this particular class twice a week and for the love of pearl - they are in shape and resilient TEENAGERS. I tried to put it all in perspective. I mean, the class was large and I could not see well from the back. And these kids had done the combination before. But truth be told I don't dance regularly and I am not as young and I used to be. Christine and I talked about it on the way home to her house. It's not as easy to pick up steps and since the classes I attend at The Beat are small and have a lot of repetition, I am not challenging my body to process movement speedily.

About halfway through the class I realized how much I disliked the uncomfortable feeling. Actually, I think the words I used were, "I hate this." Christine responded with something about enjoying some bourbon after class. In the last 15 minutes of class my brain just shut down. And the teacher kept was not only going fast, but added new material up until the last 5 minutes. What made matters worse is that when we spoke briefly with her after class she basically said she slowed down the class to accommodate those attending from National Dance week.

Yeah, not what I needed to hear.

Anyway, it's not like I am going to be a dancer on Broadway, so it's not really a skill I need to learn. The long and the short of it is that I should b taking more classes, but I want those classes to be fun and feel good.

And that means, no teenagers.