Eight years later, I'm back in a Highland dance class, hopping, shuffling, and pointing. We haven't gone over the sword yet, but it's coming- I feel it.
It was wonderful.
And my worst fears were completely unfounded- I'm not sore at all today.
So I guess I have no excuse and have to go to work today.
Pog mo thoin, dance class. Pog mo thoin.
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Yay! How fun :) I'm going to the NH Highland Games this Friday. Just another reason to love fall...celtic festival time.
Good for you, hop hop, leap and on your toes missy!
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