You've gotta love a workout that incorporates Latin dance music, mambo, salsa, hiphop, and jazz moves, and was apparently invented by
three guys named Alberto. C'mon, who could resist?
Oof. My three-months post-partum body, that's who. I got through half of the 50 minute workout before calling it a night--when I can feel my pulse beating in my face, it's time to cry uncle. Maybe back in the heyday of my swing dance year, I could have managed the full session, but not tonight.
I may work my way up to it, but frankly, I think I'd rather be out there learning to actually dance the mambo and the salsa. (Hiphop I could take or leave.) When it comes to dance, I really prefer partner dancing. There's something very zen and magical about the idea that I can join hands with some random stranger from another city, and we can go out on the dance floor and make it look like we've danced together for years, just by being alert to each other's physical cues.
To that end, I'm going to be taking some private swing lessons in the weeks to come. I'm not sure I really need to be busted all the way back to Lindy 101, but even if it turns out I do, I need to be working with leads who aren't themselves at the 101 level. One hour of private instruction costs about what four hours of group classes do, but the personal attention makes up for the increased cost.