Rumba. I repeated the name of the dance over and over. Rumba. I’ve heard of this before, but wait, isn’t that a sort of vacuum? Did they really name a vacuum after a type of dance? Oh wait, the dance is Rumba the vacuum is a Roomba- oh well, that’s beside the point. The point is, tonight was a new dancing adventure for the infamous dance project.
The class began with an instant of apprehension as it was announced that this was not a beginning class, but rather an intermediate one. After the look of fear departed from my face and I was reassured I would be fine, I welcomed the lesson to begin.
Step back, side, together, forward, side, together: and so began the evening of dancing in boxes and turns. It took a couple moments to get my feet to stop trying to go in every other direction, but thanks to the ability to keep count; slow, quick, quick, I was able to catch on. By the end of the class I was thoroughly enjoying the dance and was even able to focus on the proper way to step and how to add personality and form to the dance, all at once: multi-tasking at it’s best.
Originally, I was going to leave the studio after the first class, but I ended up staying for the next one as well; Cardio Jam. It was a small class but very fun. Although I completely forgot all the dance moves from previous classes, I was able to catch up with a bit of help. Although the dance moves slowly began to return to memory, for some reason getting the facial expressions and vibrant moves, though fun and a common practice among friends, I find is quite awkward in a studio/class setting.
As I continue to embark on more adventures with this dance project, I hope that, in addition to learning more dances, I overcome one of mankind’s greatest struggles and become more comfortable when ‘outside my comfort zone.’