Dancing with Bubba...

So, I signed up for a dance class (intermediate jazz) at the local community college, and it started on Wednesday. I used to be a gymnast and a dancer, so I thought it would be fun to pick it back up again. The thought occurred to me that I might be in a little over my head when I almost passed out halfway through the class, most certainly due to over exertion. And, after the intense butt workout that our instructor, Bubba Gong, led us through to the entire song "Don't You Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me (extended version)," I find that even the most simple things (like sitting down on the toilet) are excruciatingly painful. Guess I'm not in as good of shape as I thought. No wonder dancers have such incredible bodies!