Workouts improved as the week went on.
Tuesday I had two dance classes: African drum solo, where we worked more on the choreography, and Djenna Djenna, where we drilled a lot of moves. My whole body hurt by the end. But... between classes the instructor came up to me and said she could tell I've been practicing really hard and coming to a lot of classes, because she can see that I've really improved. How's that for a confidence boost? So happy.
Wednesday I had another dance class; we finished the choreography to Blockhead. I'm really sad this class is over. The dance is so sassy and fun and different from any other dance I've done. No more classes on Wednesdays for awhile... I have to cut back on classes to save money. Sad :-( I'll just have to practice in my living room I guess. Maybe I can still devote 8:00 - 9:00 on Wednesdays to dance... just in my apartment instead of in the studio.
I call today's run "Redemption Run," brought to you by Cake and Anger. I'm angry about a lot of things right now, and that is, in fact, why I run, because apparently you're not allowed to cry or yell or have temper tantrums when you're an adult, and I'm a huge push over so I also can't ever tell people how angry I am. So it just all bottles up, and today I was good and mad, and I blew through that first mile like a thoroughbred at the derby. Anger and stress are also, ironically, why I bake... baking is quiet and pretty and focusing so hard on making a perfect pastry takes my mind off the rest of life. I made a cake last night, and enjoyed a guilt free piece last night and another today at work. And my cake and anger fueled run was fantastic. 55:37. Take that, Monday run.
That is all. I might go eat more cake.
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