Kelly Loves Dancing, Oddly Enough

A seriously low-res video clip from Chantal's SoulSweat DVD, which you can buy here

Ever since I first moved to Boulder, my friend (and colleague) Chantal has been telling me I should come to her dance class, SoulSweat. My response always ranged somewhere between hysterical laughter and annoyance. Was she serious? Did she not have eyes? Could she not see that I am not the kind of person who goes to dance class? I am not remotely athletic, I thought. I don't know my left foot from my right. I'm not an "exercise person."

But then life slammed me up against an emotional wall about a year ago. As I gathered the shards of my broken ego and glue-sticked them back into the shape of a whole person, I discovered that the "me" who was emerging this time wasn't exactly like the "me" I'd thought I'd been. I was suddenly an altogether different being.

And one Friday night, to my own shock and surprise, this altogether different being spontaneously wanted to go to dance class. The rest is history: this past weekend I shook my booty right through the Soul Sweat Teacher Training Workshop.

Um, did you hear that? I said teacher training. Me--the non-exercise person. The "I'm such a bad dancer Mrs. Wiehe always put me in the back row in high school show choir" person.

Me--and eleven other amazing women, ages 23 to 59. We danced, we played, we choreographed. We laughed, and some of us cried. But mostly we had boatloads of fun.

How unexpected!