My best attempts to work out tonight were slightly thwarted. I fired up my iPod and went to the gym down the hall, but the power was out. Now it's too late (and rainy) to drive to an actual gym, so I made up my own workout with things around my loft. There are a lot of things you can do with a yoga mat, tap shoes and a hula hoop.
Monday night I went to my dance class (aka Cougar Den), excited for another class taught by Kyle. (You know it's going to be an interesting class when everyone is putting on makeup in the locker room before hand, even though it will be sweating down their face in a few minutes.) Sadly Kyle was out sick, so they had a new girl come in and teach a hip-hop/boot camp hybrid. It was a great class that at times could have doubled as a Cougar rap video. New teacher had one routine to "Get Low" that she liked to call "drop and give me fifty." And it was exactly like it sounds -- fifty sets of any move she could think of. I've never walked out of a dance class, but during that "routine" I definitely considered it.
It's ridiculous, but I am so much happier now on Mondays and Wednesdays knowing that I'll get to learn new dances. It's fantastic. I've really missed dance classes. If they could just create a tap class at 24 Hour I would be all set.
