Choreographers would hate me

Today I took a step class for a change of pace. I haven't done step classes since high school, which means that my last experience with them was at least seven years ago. Well, the class kicked my butt. Sure, I'm fit enough, but I was having serious trouble imitating the instructor's moves. I would get into my own zone and think, "Everyone else must be having the same trouble as me," but when I looked around I knew I was wrong. It was just me. Out of nine women, I was the only one who was having trouble. I would have an excuse if this was the regular instructor for the class, but she wasn't! She was a sub.

Oh well. Yet again, I have learned that I am not a fan of steps. I don't like dance steps or exercise steps or regular old steps or escalator steps.

¡A mi no me gustan los pasos!