"Don't be whiney," Dance Coach laughs. "We do it again."
I'm having a terrible time today because I pulled a muscle weight lifting, now every time I twist to the right a pain shoots up through my spine. I spend a lot of the lesson whining 'Can't do that,' to various requests. Still progress is made on the Canasta Tango and the Rhythm Blues. For all the evil step behind is a curse upon skaterkind, once you learn the evil steps, the rest of the dance is pretty fun. The Canasta Tango though, that's requiring more power and edges than I'm used to.
"So, what is Russian for 'whiney or whiner'?" I ask. I have fans, they must have a russian word in every lesson post.
"There is no russian word for whiner. Russians do not whine."
Man, he's just full of jokes today. I'm tempted to ask if Russians discovered America, but that's from the Cold War, and he's too young to get the joke.
In two weeks he'll decide if I test in February. Two short weeks. Two dances. Rhythm Blues is looking good, but in the Canasta Tango (sigh) there are moments my brain refuses to function right after the second swing roll. At those moments, I look like this....
|The canasta tango makes me want to cry....|