End of Spring semester

Obviously for the chachacha, you have to have a good ab to perfect the precision of the dance. Today (technically yesterday) is the last day of the final week. After a good run to MLB to hand in my last Slavic paper on Yugoslav wars, I started my favorite activity--roaming around the town. I bumped into Silu and found out there was an Argentina Tango workshop taught by one of the dancers in the performance Tango Connection tomorrow. It was interesting because Argentina Tango is very different in form and techniques from all the ballroom dances that I know, but doing ballroom dance definitely helped me pick up the sense of it quicker. I tried to learn the leader part, and it was challenging. But it makes me realize that only if I can do the leader part, can I be a good dancer. But leading is really hard.

My met a cute girl in the workshop and her name is Ariel. No kidding, she is just as sweet as the little mermaid Ariel.

After that I hit the gym and ran a good thirty minutes. But probably getting exhausted from the two hours of dancing, I did not run too fast-- only 2.5 miles in 34 minutes, with many two minutes breaks.


I felt a bit bored when I was practicing chachacha basic at DTS today. I guess I was just being immature, feeling a bit lonely when I saw everyone was dancing with a partner, doing very fancy moves. Undenially, basic is the foundation of everything; from the experience in S&S' general lessons I learned that even the advanced dancers on high division team also have problems in their techniques and basic steps. However, I was still a bit envious that they could do really cool moves... I want to do something fun...

So that's why I think I am immature. "Dance is work" as written on a poster at DTS, I should realize that since I have set a goal and a high standard, I should think of more about precision instead of having fun. I have to hyponotize myself that all these will be paid off-- I will enjoy dancing more as soon as I get much better.

But I doubt if this Spartan training philosophy is healthy.

Sigh...