I spent my evening spanking, digging, cramp-rolling and brushing. I paid for the opprtunity to do so...and will repeat this effort for 7 more weeks.
No, its not Trent Reznor's House of Horrors. I enrolled in an ADULT TAP DANCE class!
I haven't tapped since 6th grade, when tap and ballet were part of my private school cirriculum. I have wanted to take this class for fitness and FUN benefits for quite awhile but there always seemed to be "something else" going on Thursday nights.
I finally got my chance and was pleased that only 3 of the women in the group were "experienced" tappers; the rest of us were beginners or re-starters (like me.)
No joke, but I think my deodorant quit halfway through the class. Even though I was the youngest in the class (I'd say the median age is 50) I was SWEATING and my ass and calves were burning.
Watch out Savion Glover, I'm gonna be bringing da' noise, bringing da' funk (or at least my stanky armpits will be bringing the funk this week!)
