Hip Hop Disaster
I was going to post a short clip of me doing my hip hop workout, but upon previewing the footage, I immediately deleted it.
How is it possible to have such a disconnect between what I thought I looked like and what I actually look like?! In my mind, I was totally in step with the dancers–and I had so much flavor! On video, however, I’m a bit lackluster, to say the least. I’d like to blame it on my years of formal ballet training, which have made big, showy movements kind of anathema to me. But what if the explanation is worse?
What if… I’m too white to dance hip hop?
If that’s the case, I don’t think there’s a remedy. Or maybe the best remedy is to never video myself again. I mean, really, the whole purpose was just to provide proof that I’d stuck to my exercise plan. But can’t you just take my word for it? Or maybe I should learn to square dance. I had to do it in junior high school; I’m sure I could do a wicked do-si-do.
At any rate, I did the workout, and it was fun. I sweated my ass off and raised my heart rate, endured my husband’s laughter and my cat’s attempts to trip me, and I made it! And yes, I touched the floor during the electric slide. I tried to do some free weights afterwards, but wow, if I thought my hip-hop dance skills were poor…
The photo above was taken post-workout, and I was sweaty and exhausted. But this morning I feel great! I have some pain and tingling in my left wrist and hand, but nothing else. Tonight, I have a late night at work, and tomorrow I have a long day on my feet. We’ll see how it goes.