I've just got home, ten hours after leaving the house. My feet are screaming at me that it feels more like ten days. They feel twice as wide as normal and I keep getting shooting pains in my heels.
It was the salsa that did it. By the end it felt like my shoes were lined with hot metal and my brain was completely clogged with spanish words that I couldn't remember the meaning of. When it comes to salsa two hours is fun, three hours is okay but four hours is torture. I stayed for the intermediate two hours because I'm a sucker for flattery. The instructor singled me out in the beginners class and used me to demonstrate some of the moves to the newer people, then said that I should try intermediate because I was really good. So I did! It was a humbling experience.
I think I might try just the intermediate class next week so I've got enough energy to do it properly. When it works it's such incredible fun! I most enjoyed dancing with the instructor because he was by far the best leader. The problem with dances like salsa is that if the man doesn't lead properly you can end up walking into people, standing on each others toes and generally having a rubbish time. But when you get a good leader it is amazing.
I really struggled with being led when I first started Ceroc: I don't see why any man should be allowed to tell me what to do! But now I've got it, there's something sexy about the man being in control. The way he can get me to do almost anything just by having his hand on my back or my shoulder. Mmmm.
Anyway, those of you who might be hoping something will happen with sexy, in-control instructor (as I was, briefly) can forget it. My flirting voice is remarkably close to my whining voice - I reckon he's sick of the sound of me. I know I was!
xXx
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