Saturday Symphony of Sounds

Its quiet here today..just the sound of my 1971 oven timer softly buzzing. I have no idea how to turn it off. Funny thing when you have really old appliances. They make little sounds almost all the time. My refrigerator (circa 1984) has a beat all its own. Its random and I refer to it as the bass section. My dryer squeaks. The downstairs toilet hums a high pitch. And although I can totally block it all out, when people are here, its common for me to hear a "whats that noise?"
What noise? I usually respond because I have to REALLY LISTEN to figure out what appliance is performing at that time.

I think its the same thing with that little voice inside you. Over the past few months I have been testing out various workouts trying to find the right fit for myself. Since the beginning of Oct I have been what I like to refer as a freshman pilates student.
Now I have a dance background (way, way in the background, when I was a teenager!) so my muscles remember some of the things you are supposed to do. There is a variety of moves and positions and equipment looks like either wierd sex or S and M could be done on it. The entire time you are in the class your stomache muscles, the ones you had no idea were there, have to be sucked in...all things from your core. Its just you, the instructor and your body, at attention trying to, yes, breathe properly at the same time. And the thing that really sealed the deal was the arm work. Honestly, its like torture.

Is this fun? No, not even a little. Does this have a beat? Can you dance to it with abandon? No.
I was having a love hate relationship with it so it's taken me awhile to figure it out. I will finish out my classes, I have 8 left and one private session.
But this experience did bring to mind why I did not continue with my ballet as a teenager. It became not fun. It was a chore. I liked to perform. I liked to dance -it makes me happy, but you couldn't just dance without the barr work.

I love to dance. Sometimes I have dance breaks during the day, sometimes I like to salsa. My little voice is telling me I DO like to shake my groove thing, I DO like music, no matter what form, the quiet torture of a pilates practice is a really loud NO.

Dance on!!