After going years without a real vacation, I enjoyed our cruise so much that it didnt even dawn on me until the second to last day that I hadnt taken one moment away from the kids. As I had kind of anticipated, I didnt feel right leaving my family to go to the gym, so my workouts were limited to hooping for a few minutes here and there (usually with my daughter or other kids on the ship). Every time I hooped I met people interested in learning, all of whom made me feel great and gave my confidence a nice boost. Although going out dancing alone is not something Id normally be comfortable doing (at least in my post-kids life), when I saw Reggae Hour listed on the activity sheet for our final night, I decided Id bring my hoop as my partner. The positive experiences Id had hooping on the ship up to that point gave me the confidence I needed to get myself to step out of my comfort zone. I couldnt stand the thought of missing out on my favorite music and figured Id never see these people again, so what the hell... Well, hoop in hand, I walked into the nightclub, straight onto the nearly empty dance floor. I took this video early on during what I will call my warm up. I went in expecting to hoopdance for the final 30 minutes of the Reggae Hour, then return to my room to finish packing and have our suitcases ready for the midnight bag-pickup deadline. The dance floor slowly got busier and the DJ kept on playing past the end of the hour. With 15 minutes to spare, I ran back to my room soaking wet and out of breath, literally threw whatever I saw in the final suitcase, kissed my husband, asked him to bring the suitcases out, and ran back downstairs like a lunatic. I hoopdanced like I had never danced before. I tied my hair up, and danced HARD, like I owned that dance floor. I didnt worry about what tricks I could or couldnt do. I didnt do what I do best - compare myself to other hoopers. I didnt get down on myself that I cant make the time to watch videos and practice tricks and seamlessly incorporate them into my dance. I just DANCED. I danced like my life depended on it, like my good old single days, out with the girls, going crazy in the middle of the floor, knowing people were watching but not caring at all (or maybe secretly enjoying that). I danced like I hadnt danced in 7 years, because really, I hadnt. The only difference was now I had a hoop as my partner. The more we danced the smoother we got. After a while I was able to move as fast or slow as I wanted to the music, almost as if no hoop was spinning around me. I so wish I had taped myself when I was going my fastest and hardest, because I really wouldve loved to see what I looked like while hooping like that. I thought of it at the time but was too far in a zone I had never before experienced and couldnt bring myself to break that flow. I dont remember the last time I did something for myself that felt so good in every possible way. Those 2 hours I spent alone with my hoop in that nightclub made me forget Im a married mom of two, and brought me back to my carefree, wild, free nights when I had nothing to worry about other than dancing my ass off. I have an entirely new love and appreciation for hooping (and gratitude for Hoopnotica) and hope that every time I pick up my hoop, it brings me back to that night, even if only for a brief moment. #hoopers #carefree #justdance
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 01:02:24 +0000
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