Dancing My Heart Out
Some of my coworkers have been taking street dancing classes over the past months, and I gamely joined the group. They would hire an instructor and classes would be held in a small studio in the Wack-Wack area. Though I've only attended a couple of sessions, both were much to my satisfaction. I love the snappy-jazzy hip-hoppy style, and the sexy touches added on give the routine an overall androgyny. (For a sample of the kind of choreo taught to us, you can check this video out . It's a dance session conducted by G-Force, which holds classes at the Shnagri-La Mall.) It's been months since I've visited the gym, or worked out in general. Since the Summit offices moved to Pioneer end-May, trips to Galleria have been scarce, and my membership status is by definition wasted money. I don't know if I'll ever renew, but I miss hitting the weights. My inactivity has taken its toll somewhat. Last week I started my home workouts again with the good ol' workout videos.