Organization is everything, isn’t it? The Samba forced some choices on me. Reggaeton wasn’t far behind. And Calypso? I am laughing right now just like the creepy man. Whoever thought that such an easy, happy music could give birth to a dance style so difficult I am completely lost in it.
So on Day 5, I made a mental list. Cumbia will be my first focus. Salsa second. When I can manage those, I will graduate myself to something else. I fast-forwarded through the other dance steps on the training section, and just did the best I could on the beginning 20-minute exercise part.
“Best I could” is quite a stretch, but Day 5 and Day 6 were quite successful with my reduced expectations. Cumbia’s basic step is all mine. Two years of traveling the Andes in dusty buses listening to Colombia’s music is paying off. No one else would give me a dancing award, but I now proclaim myself a Cumbia ‘dancing fool.’
Day 7 brought a good news/bad news result. I reminded myself the real reason I am dancing: arm flap re-do. I have been noticing the muscles along my upper back complaining in a good way. On Day 7, I felt along my upper arms and really think there is a difference. That’s the good news. The bad news is that if my upper arms develop any more muscle, it’s only going to accentuate the poor condition of my arm flaps. Hmmmm..
As I reach for the aguardiente, my arm waggles.