oh yeah, did i mention i started lessons?
1) The studio & set-up is not at all unlike any number of other dance studios I have gone to, (I've taken many varieties over the years, from ballet to hip-hop to swing), except for it being pretty much women-only (they run some classes for couples and gay men, but not on the nights I've been thus far)--a good 50% or more thus far (both staff and students, as well as an exiting bachelorette party who'd rented the studio) WOC. Boas and other props in a corner (which we're not using for this class--strictly meat and potatoes)--been there, did that: theatre dance. Oh yes, and the poles.
2) It's. Not. Easy.
What I am hoping for out of this, I am realizing, in part, is some sort of triumph over all those memories of sucking hopelessly at gym, particularly pullups or anything similar involving the upper body.
Actually at this point, it seems like it's as much -fear- as actual lack of strength that's keeping me from being able to do the spins or support my weight for more than a second or two. Instructor sez I'm thinking about it too much.
Oh, just in case you were thinking it's not as valid or challenging as any other form of dance/physical art form:
--oh, what the fuck is wrong with youtube all of a sudden?! what is this "beta" shit?
never frigging mind. anyway.
On the way home, I found myself eyeballing the subway poles in a new way...
I also found myself overhearing some woman on her cell:
"The guys I'm used to, when they want to kiss me, they kiss me. When they wanna hug me, they hug me. I'm not used to them asking. He might be a little too, you know, granola?"