I Think I Just May Be...A Dancer??!!!

I Think I Just May Be...

A Dancer??!!!

So I'm in my 8th week of Adult Jazz.  The first week I was terrified.  Why?  Not because I didn't know anyone, but because I was 25% of the class.  When 25% of the class doesn't know what the &^%$ (I don't swear, so insert your own word here) they are doing, it is a little overwhelming.

The next week there were five of us, so now I am 20% of the class.  I am still the only one with no dance experience, but I am learning, thanks to the help of my "dancemates" and our teacher Miss Kylee.  I told everyone that I considered them "Juniors" or "Intermediates" and that I was a "Jellybean".  "Jellybeans" are the youngest dancers at our Studio, the three year olds.

My third week of dance class I lost my balance and fell.  Completely on my left side.  Made a huge "thud" that the girls in the foyer heard.  The look on Angela's face was worse then mine.  I've fallen before, (not at dance, this was a first!), I picked my sore self up and continued on all the while thinking.."how bad is this bruise going to be in the morning??"  I made it through the rest of class, and then cried on Angela's shoulder in the car AFTER class was over and everyone had gone home.  I wasn't feeling sorry for myself...like I said I've fallen before, it happens.  I was dealing with a bit of PMS and missing my Mom.  If you know me well, you know I hate October.  So I started October 1 with a bang.  Or maybe a thud.

My fourth week of classes started and ended the same.  With me on my feet.  I called it a success, and Angela and I went for Hot Fudge Sundaes after class.  We celebrated my "success" and that made missing my Mom a little better.  October 8th over and done with mostly.  And Kelly was even home a day early from Calgary!!

October 15 was a good night of dance.  If I remember correctly, I think this was the night we picked our "theme".  After all these years I finally get to be a Cheerleader.  Think Grease.  So I'll be in a red and white Cheerleader "costume"....oh, boy.  A Cheerleader who can...dance.  Hmmm.  Well, maybe by the time I hit the stage in April I will.  I have a secret weapon on my side.  Her name is Angela and she has promised me that she will learn my choreography as well as her own.  I don't know how she will be able to keep her Ballet, Tap, Jazz and Musical Theatre steps straight, and then add mine to the mix.  Apparently "young" people can memorize a lot of stuff.

The next week of dance was rough.  It had been a very long physically draining week.  I had visited the doctor at the Hys Centre in Edmonton on October 16th, and ended up having a very minor "surgery" in his office.  I had to take time off work on Monday and Tuesday of the following week, and on Wednesday was only allowed to "work" if I sat and played on the floor with my 4 and 5 year olds.  I thought I was well enough to dance Thursday night, but after a full day of activity I was done by 9 pm.  So I just watched the last 15 minutes of class.  Hard to believe my Dad would have been 94 this year if he was still with us.  October is all good from here...

We cancelled classes the following week as Miss Kylee was away, and we were back at it on November 5.  I actually feel like I belong here a bit now.  It's still overwhelming at times, but I can  get across the floor...well, at least I didn't fall on my face when I tripped.  It was funny as I tripped/ran across the floor because my feet decided they had a different plan then Miss Kylee. I don't think she had these steps in mind!!  I twisted my ankle...but kept on dancing.  I iced it and wrapped it up and by Saturday it was all good.

So now we've come to this week.  We heard our music tonight.  I won't be giving out any hints on what it sounds like!  Next week we start choreography.  There's no turning back for me now.  I could be "airborne" in this dance if I let some Mom's have their way...NOT!!  If you know me well, you know I don't like heights.  I prefer to leave my two left feet on the floor.  Speaking of left feet, apparently I am a "leftie".  So is Angela.  What this means is that going on my left comes more natural to me then going on my right, so I'm a bit better at it.  What that also means is that out of our class of five, I am the only one who is a "leftie".  There's that 20% again.

So what does this all have to do with my Journey to a Healthier Mommy?  Sometimes it's more than a weight-loss journey and more of a personal one.  I'm growing in a way I've never grown before.  Maybe that little girl who couldn't dance because of the circumstances she found herself in has finally found a way to stretch those wings and fly.  Look Mom!!  I can do it!!!

I was given a compliment tonight by Miss Kylee.  She said I was more of a "Kindercool" (the 5 year old class) now then a "Jellybean".  Hmm.  For the first time I actually am looking forward to next week!!  Bring on the choreography!!  Let's Dance!!!

So I've had a few hours to think on this...Ok, Colleen, you may pick me up but there will be absolutely NO tossing me in the air!!!