This is going to be short and sweet, as I'm barely staying awake right now (I'm doing the one-eye-squint-at-the-screen thing), BUT, I wanted to quickly comment on my day of dance adventures...
Taking into account that I'm already sore and stiff, that I keep finding random bruises and bloody toes, I will say that I finally friggin' danced today. Okay, I dance everyday, but I'm usually just tired from a long day, not in full-body pain. I'm def in full-body pain, and it's glorious.
Ummmm, should I be concerned by this mentality???
Now, before you refer me to some nut-house, just know that my Chicago dance boot camp adventure is the bar I'm measuring everything against... see my July archives if you want to read all about it again, 'cause I know you do ;) ... where I was popping ibuprofen like candy and investing some serious cash in those stick-on Icy Hot patches... thanks to Chicago, my mentality now is if I'm not beat up and waddling around in pain, then I ain't dancin'.
Hot diggety, I danced my tookis off today... now where is that ibuprofen bottle??