Redowa = owie
I went to Friday Night Waltz on Friday, arriving in time for the 8:00 redowa and reverse redowa class. I knew basic redowa going into the class, but practice makes perfect, and I wanted to learn any tricks to reversing it. I can now confidently reverse a redowa. This is good. But learning redowa is hard on the body. With two bodies attached trying to learn a leaping thing together there's a high probability of landing a little wrong a few times. Plus there just a lot of leaping. Anyway, long and short is that my calves were a little twitchy by the end of the class, sore when I got up in the morning, and after a day of walking a little funny, I was hobbling around like a little old lady by the end of the day on Saturday, and all day Sunday. Now on Monday, I'm still slightly gimpy. Oy. I'm so not 19 anymore. If this were June, I'd chalk it up to being terribly out of shape, but it's the first week of January, and I danced like a fiend for all of Dickens. Ah well, it'll be better when it stops hurting. Kinda slowed me down for this weekend though. At least I still got laundry done, including the spring cleaning items of washing the curtain swags and the shower curtain and liner. The Christmas stuff is still looming in the corner though, all collected, but not yet put away, and my office is still merely a storage unit rather than a functional workspace. Hopefully this weekend will be a little more productive. I hope to get the ceiling painted, clean out my desk space, and resort the CDs that have gone from neatly alphabetized to stacked and cluttered. Oh my glamorous life!