It’s done. I danced.I stopped blogging about the process right around the time deep panic set in.
I fully intended to write every week, at least every other week about how lessons were going, the metaphor of Chacha, but I hit the psychologicalice about four weeks before the event and careened out of control, afraid I’d never remember all the steps, that I wouldn’t be strong...

I’m sore. Everywhere. My calves hurt, my sides hurt, my neck hurts. I’ve discovered muscles I never knew existed, mostly because they never screamed at me before. I’m on especially bad terms with those back muscles that run just under your shoulder blades (“lats” for you bodybuilder types),  which Wikipedia describes as “responsible for extension, adduction, transverse extension, flexion from an...