The first comes from my very first class. The teacher was a Colombian native, a petite and feisty little thing. The class was full of energetic middle aged women enthusiastically shimmying and shaking what their mamas gave them like it was going out of style. And then there was me, unable to move my hips and trying to shimmy with a non-existent chest. When the fifty-year-old grandma is sexier than you, you know there's something wrong. Awkward.
The second moment comes from a class just before winter break. I finally got my hips loosened up and could get into the beat of the music. I was gaining confidence, and feeling good! I was dancing next to a muslim woman in a hijab and a very conservative looking older woman. Then this song came on.
The coordinating dance involved a lot of booty popping. Er, awkward.
The most recent awkward moment came last night. I was wearing spandex running tights because I went to class immediately following a run. In case you don't know, my rear end looks fantastic in running tights. However, dancing directly behind me was an eight year old child. Any time there was a move involving the booty I felt so self conscious. Should I be dancing so provocatively in front of a child? Or should the child not be in the room? Definitely awkward.
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