Well, it’s not like I needed an excuse to dance, but a Pacific Northwest storm did remind me that I’ve been neglecting my duties to uphold my rank on Dance Central. I’ve been lamenting how I’ve dropped from the top 10 on Bust A Move (see: Kinect Brings A Little Celebrity Treatment and No Way I’m #6!) to well in the double-digit rankings. It’s time to get serious again.
There’s no better time than a snow-in to work on your rank and your hip hop.
Here’s the deal. One of my favorite yoga instructors is leaving and only has two classes left, so I rearranged my schedule a bit to make her last two classes. Tonight, it was not going to happen. In the 20 minutes before I was set to leave for class, I went from wrapping up a dog walk in the park with a little hail falling, to turning around because my car started sliding down a little hill one block away. Here are the tracks of my tears, or tires, as I slid back into the garage and into safety.
About a half an hour later, my husband walks in the door, snow on his head. “I walked home. I sat in the same place for 15 minutes, and no one moved.” (He did manage to put his car in a safe parking spot, rather than abandon it on the side of the road, though.)
Those of you who live in the Pacific Northwest know how a little snow can shut down the region. Those who live in snowy areas such as the East Coast and Rocky Mountain states may laugh at us, but understand that hills, warm asphalt (and more factors) translate into regional paralysis.
In true yogi style, I will let go of my attachment to my plans to practice Ashtanga with Dawn, be grateful my husband and I are home safely, and take a moment to realize this is just another opportunity to Bust A Move. Meantime, I will be mindful of Erik B. and Rakim’s mantra: “Don’t Sweat The Technique”.
Dance Central, here I come on a snowy night. All y’all who jumped above me in rank, just know that this yogini has great focus.