I went to a hip-hop class at my gym last night. I had been relatively unproductive for the day and was feeling kinda down about myself, so I thought that it would be fun and make me feel better. Turns out that it somehow made me feel worse and I actually left the gym trying (unsuccessfully) to hold back tears. I have always been a pretty decent dancer, but I was mostly trained in ballet - much different type of beat and groove! I was getting so frustrated with myself because I couldn't seem to get any of the steps. I know that I'm not a very quick learner of dance steps, but it wasn't natural to me at all and felt like I looked like a complete fool. I was the ultimate idiotic white girl. I felt so out of place. I just found myself wishing that I could dance that way. It made me feel like there was something wrong with me. I've always called myself a dancer, but in that moment, I felt like I had never been able to put together two steps to save my life! That's not a dancer... I just wanted to be able to do it and I was so frustrated that I couldn't.
Maybe it's getting close to that time of the month! (Sorry guys, just saying...)
Here is the link to my travel blog: http://www.travelpod.com/travel-blog/h_hurst/1/tpod.html
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
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I love you. You will always be my dancer even if you are a struggling white girl who can't hip hop. If I were with you I'd be struggling right along side of you.. I promise. I'm so happy you have a blog too..yay!
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