Thursday, 7 February 2008


Ballroom dancing is surprisingly enjoyable. I attended my second class this evening, having gone along, pretty much on a whim, last week. And it's a blast. For one thing, it's not as dauntingly challenging as you might expect. That's not to say it's easy - it ain't, and I've been spending a fair amount of time tripping over my own feet or heading off in the wrong direction - but the basic movements the dances are built around don't require any great feats of dexterity. I'm not naturally talented at picking up movement patterns (my one, abortive attempt at rowing is testament to that) but even I gave a reasonable account of myself - my waltz is halfway decent, though my jive is unfortunately haphazard. And the feeling of satisfaction when you get it right is wonderful. It looks cool, it feels smooth, and you end up standing there with a silly grin on your face. Or at least I do. Good stuff.


Robert said...

2 posts in 2 days, that's impressive, but if this keeps up for more than a week, I'll eat my cake (because my hat is required to keep out the cold, something you know nothing about, defecting down south and all).

Dolphan said...

You, sir, are a cynic.