I used to dance a whole day. I used to dance everyday. And I used to say I owe dance everything.
Ever since I started working – be it during placement year at a dance advocacy organisation, or now having a full-time job at a dance company – I stopped dancing.
Then I had my “Ditch Gym, Dance More” plan. I went to ballet class – only once a week, but I realise I can never really not dance… because everything I know about living life, I learn from dance.
I was cleaning my room yesterday, chucking and giving things away (again). So I threw away a big pile of papers – university papers. The ones I wrote, and the lecturers’ comments sheet. Somehow, I thought one day, I would read them again.
When I piled them up, I suddenly realise actually I hated university (minus the final year with my brilliant housemates). It took me 5 years… or 1 year after actually graduating.
When the “Ditch Gym, Dance More” idea was brewing in my head, I thought of Power Plate.
There was a Power Plate machine in my university gym and I never knew why it sounded so amazing… not that I was curious enough to go google at that point (I absolutely regret it now!).
At a minimum of £20 for 20 minutes (and since my local gym doesn’t have it… it’s a posh equipment after all), I didn’t think I would have done a class so quickly but my dear friend Yuen Leng found us a voucher to go for a taster session, at a price slightly cheaper than a mug of Starbucks coffee. So today I woke up 30 minutes earlier than usual and marched into that fitness studio 30 minutes away.
About halfway through the session, I was already convinced this is good stuff.
