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oow ow ow my thighs and back hurt from all that shakin' and gyratin'. my thighs could kill a man, but apparently they aren't strong enough for throwing down some dancehall moves. i'm afraid i haven't been that graceful about getting up from chairs these past few days. first dance class in years is a beautiful thing.
i missed it though, the squeak of sneakers against the floor, swish of ponytails and a room full of sweaty, skinny white girls with glowing red cheeks shaking it like a polaroid piktcha to some dirty jamaican beats. it's fun and so, so tough. my thighs were quivering from the strain already after warm-up, but in 9 weeks i'll give those girls in the front row a run for their money. trust me.
i missed it though, the squeak of sneakers against the floor, swish of ponytails and a room full of sweaty, skinny white girls with glowing red cheeks shaking it like a polaroid piktcha to some dirty jamaican beats. it's fun and so, so tough. my thighs were quivering from the strain already after warm-up, but in 9 weeks i'll give those girls in the front row a run for their money. trust me.