Because I apparently have too much time on my hands (I don’t), I signed up for the next level of salsa dancing class. So I am continuing to dance on Monday evenings.
It was looking like a good idea at the time. For the last few classes at level one, the instructor was complimenting me. She was also using me as the demo model; she assumed I knew the steps well enough so everyone was supposed to copy me.
I was sure this was going to end with me getting beat up after class.
I do have a problem with level two though. Mostly that it is actually level three. Everyone else in the class has taken it several times before, so I am behind. Did I mention that there are also twice as many men as women? So, even if I have a chance to figure out what I need to do, there is only a 50% chance that I can actually try and learn it at any one time.
I could go to some of the Friday evening sessions she has at a restaurant/bar. But they never so salsa there. They teach some other latin dance and then play music appropriate for that dance for the rest of the night. I am not smart enough to know two types of dancing; if I learn a new dance, I forget how to dance salsa. This is not helping matters.
Did you know the reason I took salsa classes? It was so that I could stop feeling stupid. I’ve gone salsa dancing before after an introductory session, and I never seem to grasp the fundamentals. I figured that if I took an actual class, I wouldn’t have to worry about it. I could dance with confidence.
Now I am back to feeling dumb. It is making me feel angry after the class is over. But there really isn’t anyone to blame. I suppose I could go back down to level one.

I haven’t written here in awhile, which is against my New Year’s resolution. I am keeping up with others though, and I seem to be adding more responsibilities.
I have been doing my physical therapy exercises. I did them every day in February, and I’m still keeping an unbroken daily line going. I’m going to health sessions less and less as a result (if I am trusted to make a causality argument) and I’m hoping that next week will be the first week in a long time where I don’t see any medical people. This may be why I felt comfortable running 40km on Sunday.
Last week, my sister started a large assignment towards her Phd. She has been given three questions and has to write three papers on them within three weeks. To keep herself motivated, she gave me a challenge as well. Apparently we are supposed to compete.
I have to do a task each day while she is doing these papers. I was able to negotiate three separate projects as she has three papers. So each day, I have to do one of three things.

1. Go for a run. This was a requirement for me to agree to this. It isn’t a challenge for me to go for a run, but there is a price to pay for running. If I run, I have less time, and afterwards I may not feel like doing anything. I do not want to have to choose between doing a run and this challenge.
2. Contact a woman. I need to send out a message to a woman on a dating site. I generally hate doing this, but I need to. I want to have a relationship, so I need to work at it. This will be good for me.
3. Program for half an hour. I have programming projects of my own that I want to do. With this task, I’ll actually get around to doing them.

The sad thing is that this has been my first evening where I have time to relax in quite some time. I still did a run; hill training; six sets of hills. But I enjoyed spending the rest of the evening vegging out on television.
My weekdays are way too busy. I always have something I am doing. Weekends are when I have time to clean up and maintain my life. It makes visiting my parents very traumatic to my schedule. I love going and seeing them, but missing a weekend puts me behind schedule. It always takes me a long time to get my life back in order.