After missing two Belly Dance classes, I finally went last night. I know better than to skip a class, because the next time I go, I get my butt kicked. Last night there was some major butt kicking. No only did the instructor decided to really make us move, but she threw some rather difficult moves our way. Its always a nice feeling when your muscles burn ever so slightly. And of course getting into the swing of things is always difficult. I need to start practicing on my own.
Belly Dance is almost the opposed of Ballet. While Ballet asks for turn out and tight controlled movements, Belly Dance wants freedom. And although there is a fair amount of isolation in both, Belly Dance is still free in its isolation. I'm a classically trained dancer, letting my self be free and not holding myself in is extremely hard to do. Although it is getting easier as time goes by. Still my muscles have very good memory, and I am constantly having to remind them to relax. Even right now while I am sitting at my desk, I sit straight backed, stomach in, and head up. My muscles have not forgotten their training. If I was to take a Ballet class right now, I would be able to do almost everything the teacher might throw at me, even if I do not have the flexibility I once had (not that I have ever been really flexible).
The great thing about any dance form I do, once I am comfortable with it, I just have fun. I love to dance, no matter what form. And last night I was smiling while I shook and jumped and twisted. I just forgot to think and let my body enjoy the slight pain in my muscles while they remember they did know how to do all this. Work it baby, Work it.
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