What a beautiful, warm Spring-like day that was bestowed on Northern Massachusetts today. There is spring fever in the air and I think I may have caught it. I just hope that the snow forcasted for Tuesday is a cruel joke.
Today's exercise for the search for happiness was just that exercise: adult jazz class. Okay, I have to be honest, the idea of jumping around in a dance studio with a bunch of (in my mind) super fit mommies in front of an unforgiving wall of mirrors is not exactly my idea of a fun time. I actually had to psyche myself up for today's outing and am so glad that I did.
From the tender age of three until about nine, I actually took dance. I was enrolled in tap, ballet and jazz. Jazz and tap were always my two favorites and when I left dance for figure skating, jazz was the one that I missed the most. There was something fun about doing chasses and leaps across the dance studio with jazz fingers making everything all so much fun.
Thankfully when I entered the studio with two friends, there were only two extremely fit mommies. The others seemed to just be there for the fun of it. Relaxing, the excitement of being back in a studio, not just as a dance mom, but as a student was exhilarating. Though I chuckled when they asked my age. Would they kick me out because I was not 40 yet? - I am definitely the youngest of the group.
We did so many wonderful stretching and yoga poses and my body felt excited to be doing more than a walk or a jog. It was funny, all my years of dance, skating and karate seemed to be in memory somewhere and I felt at home. An adult dance class with a friend or two is definitely recommended, but just remember, "What happens in the dance studio, stays in the dance studio." And hopefully, the pronouncement that I will be in agony tomorrow will be wrong.
Seeing that it is a gloriously sunny day, some vintage Katrina & the Waves seems appropriate.
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