Rock the Casbah

Tonight I went to a belly-dancing class at my gym. It was hard. Especially comparing myself to the instructor, who could shimmy smoothly and roll her torso like nobody's business. All while wearing a little bikini top and low slung clingy pants. (Seriously, if the men knew what was going on in that class, they'd be coming in in droves).

But, in my opinion, the key to good dancing (in addition to a basic sense of rhythm) is the ability to lose your inhibitions and self-consciousness, and just do it. And that applies to all kinds of dancing. Including belly. So I will probably go back, and keep trying, and wear something slightly more appealing than a pair of drawstring athletic pants and a t-shirt.

But it'll be a long time before I'm very good at any of that . . . have you ever tried to roll your core from chest to hips without moving your legs or arms? Wow.