Am I an adult yet?

I am returning to Dance this year.

Ok, I said it... ya'll heard it (or read it, at least). Which implies getting back in shape. You wouldn't know it by looking at me now, but not that far in my past I was a pretty hot salsa dancer, and I ran two marathons. Well, "run" is probably a misnomer... jogged, hobbled, yeah, you might want to apply a different verb. But, I did it and wasn't totally embarrased by my time.

It's been more than 15 months since any significant dancing has gone on. Yikes! You don't know how much joy dancing brings me, and thus it's a tragedy that I expunged it from my life. It's so odd that while I'm feeling down, I also stop the things that give me happiness... it's like I sub-conciously (or conciously?) want to deepen the darkness, experience even more depression? I suppose it's actually fairly typical.

So, it's back to Salsa, it's returning to the study of Tango (Argentinian, that is, you won't catch me doing that American or International stuff!), and I have already begun my new study of Belly Dancing. That should be fun on it's own, but will also give me added muscle control (read isolations) and some cool new style to my Salsa! Just wait, you'll be seeing me shimmey in ways you never thought possible!

Fun!