I lack rhythm. I’m awkward and clumsy. I am not coordinated and I tend to stumble over shadows. I still went to Bodystep. And it wasn’t pretty.
I was lost for most of the class. But, I wasn’t the most lost. One woman just gave up halfway through, put up her step and walked out. I stuck it out. I did cry. I’m not kidding about this. Actual tears came out of my eyes. As far as everyone else is concerned it was sweat. But no, it was tears. I was in pain! Surgery takes a long time to heal from. The bouncing was kicking my a$$.
I lived. I’ll also be going back. Wearing three sports bras instead of two and hopefully with better rhythm.