My husband joined an Athletic Club near our apartment. I went to check it out with him a few weeks ago. He got a free week and then decided to sign up for a monthly membership. He has been looking for a place to play basketball and this place has a basketball court, swimming pool, saunas, dance studio, gym, yoga and cardio classes etc. We have a gym in our building but this place offers things we don’t find anywhere else for a good rate.
I started my free week on Friday. We walked over there together to try an evening class, but that class happened to be cancelled. So Jim and I worked out at the gym for awhile together and then I enjoyed some time in the dance studio. It might sound strange to someone who’s not a dancer, but I spent 10-15 minutes just touching, feeling, sweeping my hands and feet on the floor, like if I met the floor for the first time.
I’ve always seen the floor as my partner. There’s a communication between the floor and myself that I can’t explain. There’s something real about it. I feel safe, I feel cared for and I almost feel like it’s my obligation to dance on this floor, it wants to be danced on. I’m rusty, I don’t remember everything that I used to, so I needed to take these minutes to just get back to the feeling, be familiar with it again. I dance in the gym in our building all the time, I’ve been in yoga studios, I have been teaching, but on Friday when I walked in to this studio that had flooring similar to what I grew up with, it felt amazing to just have a moment with the floor and become real good friends again.
