My best friend has been in London for the past five weeks, which means I have been a lot more social than usual lately. She flies back to Australia on Wednesday night, and I will miss her terribly. One thing her trip has made me realise is how much I miss dancing!
Ashley and I met through dancing when we were 15. When we turned 18, we became inseparable as we went out clubbing two or three nights per week. She doesn’t drink, so I rarely had any alcohol either. We would head out around 10.30pm and stay out until 4 or 5am, purely because we wanted to dance. Rob tells me that people in North America don’t go out that late, so most of you probably think I’m crazy!
Before I moved to Sydney, I was teaching dance and still attending classes twice a week myself. I think I did five dance classes in the entire two years I was in Sydney, and I’m still yet to do a single class in London.
While I have become a boring old married woman and stopped clubbing, Ashley still goes out frequently. So I knew I was going to be in for a rude awakening when she arrived, haha! We had an awesome time in Ibiza and then went out two nights in a row this past weekend.
On Saturday night (Ash’s birthday!) we went to the Ministry of Sound nightclub, which is supposed to be the best club in London. I got pulled out of the line by the club manager to go to the VIP lounge, and I convinced him to let me bring my friends too. For a club that holds 5000 people or something ridiculous, we felt pretty special being in the VIP area that only about 30 people had access to. We were able to watch the main act from a private balcony.
I loved dancing like the ‘good old days’ and it really made me want to start taking dance classes again to shake my groove thang.
As much as I love lifting weights, dancing will always hold a special place in my heart. Despite how much I try to convince people to lift weights, I honestly think it’s important to choose a type of exercise that makes you happy. For me, there is no other feeling that compares to the one I get after performing, and I would love to experience that again.
I figure if I make the goal to start taking dance classes again public on my blog, I’m more likely to stick to it – right?! (The last time I set goals, I managed to follow through with about half of them – but the post always acts as a good reminder!) Plus now that I have a bicycle, it’s so much easier for me to zip around the city.
I definitely felt a bit out of place in the clubs though. Back when I was 18 and 19, I would eat dinner and then be hungry when I got home (who would’ve figured that six hours of insane dancing would make me hungry?! Haha). But I was convinced that eating before bed would make me fat, so I would usually just stuff a handful of granola in my mouth and be done with it.
Now, I did a massive carb load before hitting the clubs but I still felt starving within a few hours. I bet I was the only person going home to have protein dough at 4am!
What is your favourite type of exercise?