day two sore muscles and... bruises?

So I showed up earlier than usual for class tonight, simply because I rode my bike and the downhill race through 5:00 traffic was a lot faster than I expected.

I change my cycling shoes out for my leather slip ons and sit around on the grass, waiting for more girls to show up. Another girl Yesenia, comes by and sits near me, I introduce myself and we start talking about being sore and how we like the class so far, it's her first dance class too, she looks about 24.We head over the the room, where the advanced class is finishing up their routine, they are so graceful and their motions are so smooth, we just silently stare.
More girls arrive, we wait outside until our instructor, Terri, comes and welcomes us inside. We rush in, drop our bags, remove shoes, fix hair, stretch our legs, an older guy comes in and hands each of us a coupon for the local dance apparel store. We fold them up and toss them near our shoes and find our places on the floor in front of the huge mirror, and it's go time. we warm up, we do some basic little moves, we review some routine elements we learned in day one, and on and on for 2 hours and 15 minutes. We learn new moves and take turns doing them 4 girls at a time across the floor, back and forth, we prance and hop, feet in first position and I can't help laughing because we all look like graceful little ponies. Knees kicking up and toes pointed.

My timing is off and every once in a while my feet get themselves in the wrong position but my recovery time was great, and I loved all the little tips Terri would give us. 'use the pressure of the floor to help kick your foot up.' 'lean your hip away until it feels like you're going to fall and then step,' 'spin and drag your toes on the ground and become a compass.' and my absolute favorite ' lean into it like your shooting lasers out of your arm.' I seriously wanted to make little pyew pyew noises when I did that stretch and kick.

We wind down with some solid stretches and twists and then we're done. I put my cycling shoes back on and take a minute before hopping on the bike, climbing the hill is always intimidating, but shorter than I expect. So I'm off, cranking up the hill, enjoying the cool air and absolutely starving.

I think about stopping in Henry's on the way home, but decide against it, I don't want to be the sweaty exercise person stinking up the grocery line, (more like grossery line) since that is one of my major pet peeves. Seriously, no one wants to see your sweaty ass back when purchasing food, go home and shower, please. And thats exactly what I do.