Frustration
Every time I pick up a new hobby, I want to be good at it RIGHT AWAY. I don't want to waste my time learning stuff when I could be fuckin' doing it, man!!! I don't need no lessons, just gimme the thing and let me go to town, yo.
Except, HAHAHAHAHA, a cosmic joke, she is played on me! Because despite my impatience and best intentions, I am clumsy! Uncoordinated and klutzy and prone to falling, bruising, and excessive sweating. Which means that LO AND BEHOLD, after a whole FIVE sessions with the hoop, I am still not an expert! (NO SHIT WOW WHAT A SURPRISE.)
And it's frustrating. It's frustrating to feel sort of "trapped" by the hoop. This may surprise you, but I'm actually a pretty decent dancer. When a beat hits me right I get all gyroscopic with my hips and am able to lose myself on the dance floor. I've got an okay sense of rhythm for a dorky white girl, and friends and strangers have told me I'm fun to watch. I guess I thought that once I got the waist/hip hooping down alright, that it would be second nature to let the rhythm take over and start dancing with the hoop.
Except, no. It's ten times harder to dance with the hoop than it is to *just* hoop or *just* dance. Every step I take shifts my core, I lose the spin, and the hoop inevitably drops. Trying to spin it around my legs and knees has been a laughable exercise in either chasing the hoop into the next room, or dodging it after it ricochets off one of the walls. Also, I am covered in bruises.
So, yeah. This new thing I'm obsessed with is kind of a pain in the ass. If it weren't the most fun I've ever had while exercising, I would TOTALLY quit.
Except, HAHAHAHAHA, a cosmic joke, she is played on me! Because despite my impatience and best intentions, I am clumsy! Uncoordinated and klutzy and prone to falling, bruising, and excessive sweating. Which means that LO AND BEHOLD, after a whole FIVE sessions with the hoop, I am still not an expert! (NO SHIT WOW WHAT A SURPRISE.)
And it's frustrating. It's frustrating to feel sort of "trapped" by the hoop. This may surprise you, but I'm actually a pretty decent dancer. When a beat hits me right I get all gyroscopic with my hips and am able to lose myself on the dance floor. I've got an okay sense of rhythm for a dorky white girl, and friends and strangers have told me I'm fun to watch. I guess I thought that once I got the waist/hip hooping down alright, that it would be second nature to let the rhythm take over and start dancing with the hoop.
Except, no. It's ten times harder to dance with the hoop than it is to *just* hoop or *just* dance. Every step I take shifts my core, I lose the spin, and the hoop inevitably drops. Trying to spin it around my legs and knees has been a laughable exercise in either chasing the hoop into the next room, or dodging it after it ricochets off one of the walls. Also, I am covered in bruises.
So, yeah. This new thing I'm obsessed with is kind of a pain in the ass. If it weren't the most fun I've ever had while exercising, I would TOTALLY quit.