Wednesday, December 08, 2010
I'm a complete klutz when it comes to choreography. I would NEVER have made it as a cheerleader. Or in dance class. This is one of the reasons when you see my exercise goals they aren't things like take a new aerobics class, or zumba or salsa or any of that sort of thing. Of course hanging with Polly Perfectionist so much of my life hasn't helped that attitude.
One of the worst exercise experiences of my life was attempting to do Jazzercise. My kid sisters, both of whom took dance as tots, were sold on this program and talked me into it. I bought a long term membership, convinced this would motivate me. Then I went to my first and second classes. Kid sis number two came to the same class as the second one. I departed in tears, people.
An over-40 year old woman, weeping in anger and frustration.
The instructor used terms like "grape-vine" and "chaunce" and other dance jargon that I had no interest in learning. I felt incompetent and left out.
Remember a prior confession? The one about my competitive nature? Yep... this feeling of incompetence translated into "I'm losing this fight." And I tossed in the towel: I quit exercising for some time after that experience. I ate to compensate. After all, it's better not to enter the competition if you are sure to fail! (WRONG... don't go there!)
So what's the point of this blog? Well... yesterday my current Netflix selection arrived in the mail - a Richard Simmons Sweatin' to the Oldies DVD! Some of those same old feelings surfaced... except... not completely. Since kicking old Polly to the curb, I could enjoy the music and kind of do my own thing to it, even if I wasn't matching what was on the screen. And I kind of liked it.
So... can an old dog learn new tricks? Um... maybe? Sometimes? Just don't ask me to do this in front of other people, OK?