Graceful as a Gazzel

I went to dance class again last night. It went way better. I still messed up but not nearly as many times as I got it right. What a relief. Kind of. I actually wont be going to any more classes because.....I tore a ligament in my ankle showing Cory my moves when I got home. How embarassing. It was perfect, I got the sequence right until the leap at the end, and whammo, I landed with all my weight on a twisted ankle. My ankle doesn't even look like there is anything wrong with it but that is how it always is with me. So, I'm on crutches for the next ten days. Not fun. My mom was kind enough to come over today (and will be coming again tomorrow) because I can't lift Hannah out of bed or carry her around. Then it's the weekend so Cory will be home. Hopefully it will be a little better by Monday.

White girl can't dance

So I attended my first dance class last night. Let me tell you that I am truly disappointed in myself. This is something that I have wanted to do for a really long time. I figured that it would be a fun way to get me moving. Ai yai ai, you should have seen me. You would have laughed, I did. Thank God that it was pretty much just my friends that were in the class with me or else I might have quit right then and there. I know that it's my perfectionist coming out in me but it was truly a sad sight. I am deffinately not writing it off and I will attend all the other classes because even though I can't dance at least it got my heart rate going. And hey atleast everyone else will feel better because they wont be the worst in the class! To top it off, I can't even remember what the dance steps were to practice before next class. Oh well, my knee is killing me anyway.
p.s. I'll keep updating my performance...who knows, maybe i'll get really good and put on a routine.