It’s been four days since my first actual class. The DVD set arrived, so I can sweat joyfully everyday and try to learn these steps for the weekly class. I’m starting, like any good student, with the intro. There are 5 discs in all. Sound like a lot of effort? Just imagine a Jane Fonda or Richard Simmons ‘woo-hoo’ and that should drive your skeptic away.
My first session is ended and this is what I know: always dance in shoes, don’t let your Stanley watch, invite the dog. Sadie’s horrified looks helped me laugh through the entire embarrassing 60 minutes. Stanley’s would have driven me to Lake Titicaca.
The DVD instructors are very young. They teach everything at a wonderfully slow pace. But when they say “Now let’s put it all together,” they skip over the hundreds of hours of comfortable practice that I need. And that’s before I can get the hip business going. In fact, I’m not ready to talk about the hips just yet. I was lucky to hold my arms in the air and keep my feet on the ground.
The funk is a long way off. I checked in the mirror on my way to shower off the sweat. Still the same arms.