I'm back, baby!

In dance class, that is.

My friend Rebecca, her daughter Laura and I started hula class last night.

And soon, we will all have killer quads, from all the squatting!

Holy crap, that was a million times more challenging than I expected. And I can't remember the last time I've felt so uncoordinated -- maybe when I first started Pilates -- but rarely in a dance class. This is an entirely different style of dance than I'm used to.

I was drenched by the end (I had to turn on my defroster on the drive home, I was so sweaty) and my legs felt like rubber... but it felt great.

It was also really cool to see the diversity in the room. There were dozens of people there -- maybe close to 100, because this teacher (I mean, Kumu....see, I'm learning....!) doesn't do beginner's classes very often -- so there was pent-up demand. And there were people from all walks of life. Older, younger, lighter, darker, bigger, smaller. Men and women. All very friendly.

Not only can I not wait until next week's class, I'm definitely more motivated to get back into regular workout mode, so the class doesn't completely kick my ass again.