Pop Lock and Drop It

I love to dance. If I could start life over I would be a hip hop dancer - hands down. Don't get me wrong. I love my job, but if I could make a living contorting my body to different beats, my life would be set.

Sunday, I attended a hip hop/cardio dance class with Shannon. I had a blast, but I decided that I might be genetically challenged when it comes to choreographed dance. Popping and locking are not things that come naturally to me. The only "popping" I was doing was from my joints that were protesting fluid movement. And let's not even talk about rolling. Okay, let's. Rolling comes as naturally to me as voting for Britney Spears in a presidential election would. Needless to say, when it comes to my dreams of being a dancer, I come up a few stars short. But I always like challenges and, if something comes too easy, then where's the fun in that?

When it comes to dancing, I can Walk it Out and hold my own with the Two-Step. I may not ever be a professional dancer, but I enjoy getting a little crazy with a good beat. And you don't need lessons for that - just some great friends who are willing to do the same...and maybe a pole. ;P