Dance floor disasters

Carmen showed up tonight with this grand plan to teach me salsa dancing. “It’s just like your fitness classes,” she said, “but with more hips and a partner.” Famous last words.

Dance floor disasters

Turns out there’s a significant difference between knowing where your body is in space during a burpee and knowing where it is while someone else is trying to spin you. Carmen kept saying “feel the rhythm” while I was mostly feeling confused about which foot was supposed to go where. Jake retreated to the kitchen after I nearly took out his laptop during what Carmen optimistically called a “simple turn.”

Form check in progress

Two hours later, I can successfully do… maybe half of a basic step without looking at my feet. Carmen swears we’re making progress, but I’m pretty sure she’s just being nice because I fed her dinner first. She’s coming back Thursday to “build on today’s foundation.” I’m buying knee pads.