I gave up dance at the age of seven for good reason.  I mean really who wants to go around in a pink leotard with rabbit ears on their head.  I don't care now if you're only seven and I didn't care then.  Of course then my reason for quitting dance had nothing to do with the slightly off the wall costume and more to do with my belief that I was a tap dancer not a baton twirler.  I quit right after I learned that twirling with my left hand, well it, like the bunny suit, just wasn't happening.  So that was it for me and dance lessons until just a few days ago. 

After emerging from over a month of revisions on two stories I was invited by a friend to participate in a Zumba class.  Exercise sounded like a good thing so I washed up my walking runners, making them fit for indoor use and headed off.  Note to self:  dry runners thoroughly before putting them on feet.  So with slightly damp runners, an off-the-shelf bottle of water rather than a thermo-lined container of water, and dress that screamed I was not a regular - ancient yoga pants and a souvenir t-shirt from the Great Wall of China, I lined up with the others curious to see what this was all about.

Read more of how Zumba and a new office inspired me - kind of, at my blog Once Upon a Time... (http://ryshia.blogspot.com)

Ryshia

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