As a little girl I always watched, as my friends would dress up in bright outfits and join dance classes after school. As they would practice for performances and recitals I would go home after school and race my bike down driveways, play tennis with my dad and when my parents were gone and my brother would babysit, we’d play roller hockey on the kitchen floors.
A few years later, throughout Middle and High School, my friends would go from practices to performances on the stage as I would go from practices to games in three sports each school year.
Needless to say, I was, and continue to be the athlete in the group. Graceful and choreographed dances were never on my schedule, yet I was always intrigued and fascinated by the art.
The older I got, the more I enjoyed the impression of dancing. I would play my sports during the day and then dance my way around the house all evening long to the random tunes that emitted from the radio.
Now at 23 years old, with the exception of fun outings with friends, I still have yet to ever take a formal dance class.
It is a result of this, as well as my fondness of dancing that I have made a vow to embark on a journey to learn as many dance styles as possible. Transitioning from the courts and fields to the studios, I will be spending the next couple of months doing just that; learning as many dance styles as I can and getting a taste of the world of dance.
I am not only excited about this endeavor; I am also nervous and a bit hesitant as I sign up for classes. There are two key memories I have, that involve my experience with dancing. The first involved swing dancing in a parking lot when I was 13 with my older brother and how much fun it was. The second memory is of me being pulled onto a dance floor at a formal event when I was 16, and being fully aware of my two left feet as I stepped on my dancing partner’s feet three times in the matter of a single chorus verse.
Having never taken a dance class before and only having these two experiences to go off of, I am quite positive that within the next few weeks I will find out if this, athlete turned dancer is a simple adaptation of abilities or an utter disaster.
This project will commence on Monday. Beginning this venture, the first week will start slow with three classes of hip-hop, salsa and swing dancing. From then on it will jump up to five different dance classes per week and will range from flamenco, tango and ballet to line dancing, ballroom and samba.
I am expecting this to be fun and include moments of humiliation and above all other thing, I am sure I will be extremely sore from the task but either way I will be sharing my adventures of each week’s new undertaking