Readers of this blog know that I love to dance. Greek dancing. Tap dancing. Line dancing. Ballroom dancing. Disco (yes disco) dancing. Dance dancing. You name it, if I have a chance, I will take the opportunity to learn any kind of dance. I don't go out dancing, primarily because I just can't stay awake that late. But you get the picture.
So when I saw the latest class at my fitness club, Cardio Funk, I was excited! Combine dancing with a good workout, and it's a win-win for me.
Not so much really...
It was all great, to start. The music, the energy of the teacher, the overall class participants, it all felt good. The studio was big, great sound system, huge mirrors, located on the street level with floor to ceiling windows to the outside world on two walls. You got it, floor to ceiling windows, on street level, on two walls, at a busy corner, with a streetcar stop, and traffic. Drivers glanced into the windows while waiting at the intersection, streetcar riders stared into the class as they made their way to the stop. And there I was, pushed into the corner at BOTH windows. Being the new "kid" in class, the other more respectful, private spots were taken by what I had initially thought was a nice class. Let the dancing begin!
Under normal dancing circumstances I wouldn't mind being in a window. I wouldn't have given it a second thought as I would have been enjoying myself and not thinking about who was peering in. This was different. My husband said he walked by the class on his way home from work, and wasn't quite sure what I was doing in there. That's not good. He's one of my biggest fans, and encouraged me to take the class as he had seen it many times.
As I persevered through the hour, it didn't get better, easier or more fun. I found myself asking, is this Cardio Funk? It was definitely a workout from a cardio perspective, but there was no Funk, not in the Chicago way that I know Funk. To get through the hour I had to give myself something to focus on, and I decided that it felt like I was trying out for the local production of "The Lion King".
I didn't make the cut.