Back in July, my workout regimen suffered a blow like no other when the greatest instructor/trainer known to man left the gym. The amazing Sharon taught Hip Hop, but she taught me so much more than that. She taught me about loving myself, about reaching higher than you think you're capable, about the beauty of expression and about the community we create artistically together.
And tonight, for the first time in two months, we danced together again.
The old crew - well, most of us, anyway, converged on Push Fitness Studio in Schaumburg. John (who, by the way, is looking amazing!) Justice, Jessica, MaryAnn, Anna, Angel, sweet new Ian, and Paul were all there, and we literally danced our asses off. It was perfect. It was beautiful. It was so great to feel myself dancing again.
Not that I'm very good; I know I'm a white girl. But I have a blast. When we're all together, we really can't be stopped. We're there for the music, we're there for the fun, but most of all ... we're there for each other. We're this crazy cross-section of society - black, white, Hispanic, Asian, male, female, gay, straight, young, not so, great dancers, rhythmically challenged ... you name it, we've got it. But every Thursday night at 7 p.m., we're dancers, pure and simple. We are one unit, brought together to feel great and shake our collective groove things.
I am so thankful for this class, for the woman who creates it and for my fellow dancers who enjoy it with me.