Monday, May 17, 2004
oh, the pain...
(I was thinking about the evening, trying on my boots with my cool lace-up pants when Boychik showed up. Then I spaced out, forgot to grab my more comfy "Frankenstein" shoes, and ended up regretting it during the walking portion of the day.)
I love to dance. I'm no good at following the choreography of others, but I am very good at feeling the music, moving to the beat, and busting out moves that surprise even me (I found out that I actually can go pretty low - I knew I still retain a certain amount of flexibility, but I had no idea I was that limber). So dancing on Saturday night, channeling the hip-hop tunes, translating them into fairly graceful movements, was a total blast for me. (The boots were actually very good for dancing - who'd thunk?)
I should probably remember that, much as I love them, and as fabulous exercise as they are, extensive walking and intensive dancing should probably not be indulged in the same day.
My poor little thighs...
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