7 September 2007
I had a very good dance lesson with my teacher, Adam, this morning. After my disastrous social dance episode a couple of weeks ago, I have decided to change my ultimate goal. My old ultimate goal used to be just get back to dancing. I think I was happy enough to get back to social dancing with Tim. I have changed my mind now after that traumatic experience. My goal now is to get back to dancing but to be able to do ' practice class'. Practice Class is where competition couples go and do their competition practice. In the class, it mimics real competition situation that you have all the couples on the dance floor and they play music continuously like in a competition. This means, if we want to be able to go to practice class, we will have to be at a competition level. This may be very hard to achieve but like Gavin said ' if it's not hard, it's not rehab'. I was so disappointed with the social dance we went to last time and decided that the only way to get back at those people who chased us off the floor is to be able to dance better than they can.
When I saw Adam last week, I told him about this and told him about my new goal. He seemed to think it's a good goal to have and never indicated it's impossible. He said you've got to believe in yourself that you can do something. He said if he didn't believe that they'll be in the finals at the World's championship, they probably wouldn't be. I think he's got the right kind of attitude. I was hoping that Tim and I can have a lesson together with him tomorrow so when I see my rehab specialist, John Olver, on Monday, I can tell him that I'm working on our ballroom dancing competition routine. Unfortunately, he is totally booked out for the weekend because there is some major competition coming up. I guess yhat's the problem with having a high profile teacher.
Something funny happened the other day when I was walking back home after my Pilates session at the gym. A guy who was walking towards me stopped and asked me how was my training going. I had no idea what he was on about. 'Training? what training?" I asked back. He told me he saw me with a personal trainer doing some weight the other day at the gym. I think he must saw me with my personal trainer, Haydn, a couple of weeks ago. He asked me how often do I train. I was a bit embarrassed by this. I told him I go to the gym everyday but I use very light weight and I don't train very hard. He said 'I saw you training at the gym other day and you're beautiful, I want to ask you out'. This came as a surprise. It's very nice and flattering when you get something like this. I remember when I first started go to the gym I was so self conscious and always felt uncomfortable when someone looked at me. I would never have expected that someone would notice me at the gym and find me beautiful. To be honest, I didn't notice him at the gym at all. I guess what's more flattering is that he probably didn't notice that there's something wrong with me and I'm limping a bit. Maybe my impairment is not that noticeable these days.
I think it's kind of ironic that ballroom dancing used to be my 'thing' and I used to get a lot of attention when Tim and I went dancing together. I suppose I was a better dancer then and I looked a lot more attractive. I used to dread the progressives because I didn't want to dance with bad or beginner dancers and was annoyed when other people asked me top dance. Now when we go, people don't look at me at all and they probably think I'm just some clumsy beginner and nobody would ask me to dance if I sit there by myself.
When I saw Adam last week, I told him about this and told him about my new goal. He seemed to think it's a good goal to have and never indicated it's impossible. He said you've got to believe in yourself that you can do something. He said if he didn't believe that they'll be in the finals at the World's championship, they probably wouldn't be. I think he's got the right kind of attitude. I was hoping that Tim and I can have a lesson together with him tomorrow so when I see my rehab specialist, John Olver, on Monday, I can tell him that I'm working on our ballroom dancing competition routine. Unfortunately, he is totally booked out for the weekend because there is some major competition coming up. I guess yhat's the problem with having a high profile teacher.
Something funny happened the other day when I was walking back home after my Pilates session at the gym. A guy who was walking towards me stopped and asked me how was my training going. I had no idea what he was on about. 'Training? what training?" I asked back. He told me he saw me with a personal trainer doing some weight the other day at the gym. I think he must saw me with my personal trainer, Haydn, a couple of weeks ago. He asked me how often do I train. I was a bit embarrassed by this. I told him I go to the gym everyday but I use very light weight and I don't train very hard. He said 'I saw you training at the gym other day and you're beautiful, I want to ask you out'. This came as a surprise. It's very nice and flattering when you get something like this. I remember when I first started go to the gym I was so self conscious and always felt uncomfortable when someone looked at me. I would never have expected that someone would notice me at the gym and find me beautiful. To be honest, I didn't notice him at the gym at all. I guess what's more flattering is that he probably didn't notice that there's something wrong with me and I'm limping a bit. Maybe my impairment is not that noticeable these days.
I think it's kind of ironic that ballroom dancing used to be my 'thing' and I used to get a lot of attention when Tim and I went dancing together. I suppose I was a better dancer then and I looked a lot more attractive. I used to dread the progressives because I didn't want to dance with bad or beginner dancers and was annoyed when other people asked me top dance. Now when we go, people don't look at me at all and they probably think I'm just some clumsy beginner and nobody would ask me to dance if I sit there by myself.
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