Turns out, I can do a mean Salsa, but only in my mind. I’m having a hard time listening to the music and moving around at the same time. It’s tempting to just sit, watch and listen. Who needs to dance?
Salsa, Merengue, Samba, Cumbia all have their sections on the instructional workout. I can do none of them. I am heartbroken that the music that I’ve listened to for years is leaving me behind on the dance floor. I want to dance for the joy of it, but it seems that there are rules to this dancing business.
“Feel the Music” the instructor says. But it seems I should turn off the volume, get out my teaching materials and begin like I am studying for the GRE: Make charts and diagrams, flashcards, maybe conduct an interview or two. One question I would ask is “When does the fun start?” So many steps, and so many beats to separate them. I see sticky notes posted on the floor in my future.
The one thing that is keeping me going, besides a stubborn need to accomplish what I set out to do, is the sweat at the end of each session. I didn’t count on such a great workout. But fun? What fun?