dance more

The last time I danced was at the Air Force Ball in September. It was great, and I’d like to dance more, but it’s awkward when my dance partner lives 100 miles away!

Wow! I did finally go to the swing club last night, and my legs feel like jello! It’s not actually so bad now (just some residual muscle aches), but last night after dancing for three and a half hours and then walking home nearly two miles, I could barely walk straight! It was great, though. We did mostly swing, although one elderly man (who was probably around when swing was first popular!) thought one song felt more like a foxtrot, so he taught me, I was lucky enough to dance the waltz with a man who knew what he was doing (and unlucky enough to dance one waltz with someone who had no clue what we were supposed to do); and, finally, I had one really great partner for the cha cha, a dance I didn’t realize I knew how to do!

There’s almost no better way for me to destress than to put myself into the hands of someone who really knows how to lead a partner and then just let myself go. This is especially true of Swing Dancing, as that’s what I’m most familiar with, but Tango, and some of the other Latin dances, can be very nice as well. Believe me, this got me through an eight-course semester my Freshman year! Unfortunately, I haven’t really danced for 2.5 or 3 years now. There’s a Swing Club somewhere in my neighborhood, and it’s even family-oriented, but I would be going alone, which isn’t a problem until I get to the part about walking home alone past midnight from a section of town I’m not familiar with.