White Girls Can’t Dance ⁴

by Katrina • Blogging, Daily Life, DIY, Fitness, Mishaps, Video, Workouts • Tags: Crazy People, Embarrassing, Music, The House

Wow, you guys.

Just…wow.

The outpouring of support after yesterday’s post was beyond anything I ever could have imagined.

I assure you, I didn’t set out to write that post in hopes that my “woe is me” story would generate tons of compliments and praise. I simply had been dealing with some doubts, and felt like I needed to write them out.

As bloggers, we take a huge risk by sharing the details of our lives with the vast masses of the internet population. Once we hit “publish”, it’s done. It’s out there. Forever. Even if we take it down. Someone has seen it, read it, possibly even taken a screenshot. The internet is written in permanent ink, and there’s no going back. The criticisms I found online made me second guess whether or not sharing the intimate details of my day-to-day existence was actually a good thing, and whether or not I really wanted to put myself out there like I’ve been doing for the past year.

You guys reminded me that the answer is yes. The emails, comments and messages you sent made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. They reminded me of how much I truly love blogging, and how special the little community we have going on is.

Thank you, I needed that.

Your feedback also made me realize that if people are going to talk smack about ‘Sota, I might as well give them something to really talk smack about, right?

Hence, this video.

Let me preface my dance of shame with a little back story. I’ve been teaching a strength training class on Wednesday evenings and attendance has been pretty sparse. Late night classes in the summertime are kind of a tough sell, not to mention the fact that there are, like, five other strength training classes earlier in the day. For these reasons, I’ve been granted permission to change the class to Hip Hop Hustle, a dance workout created by the same people behind my beloved Turbo Kick.

The first class is next week, so I spent some time last night learning the routine I’ll be debuting. naturally, I felt the need to video myself with a laptop webcam…you know….just to make sure I didn’t look like a total idiot or something.

Disclaimer: For any of my coworkers who view this, if you spontaneously start laughing at me during a meeting, I will assume it is a direct consequence of this video. And I won’t even be upset. If I were you, I would laugh at me too.

This video is sad in so many ways. For the sake of being organized, I’ve listed them below in order of patheticness.

1. At nearly 28 years of age, I’m still recording videos of myself performing hip hop dance routines.

2. I’m totally wearing stretch pants.

3. I’m, like, way too into the routine. In a bad (read: delusional) way.

4. I broke my beloved silhouette of Jolie.

5. At nearly 28 years of age, I spend my time tracing photos of my dog in Adobe Illustrator, printing them onto a template, and cutting the pattern out on decorative paper from JoAnn Fabrics so I can frame them.

I was disappointed to discover that I was shakin’ it so hard, I actually broke Jolie.

Fortunately, Scott thinks he can fix it. (He was almost more upset about the damaged “artwork” than I was.) And dont’ worry, the other one is still in tip-top shape.

But do you want to know the worst part? The part that I don’t think I’ll ever live down?

Guess who saw the entire catastrophe unfold right before his very eyes.

Remember “The Duke”? You may not recognize him, as he’s undergone a pretty extreme makeover. This “before” snapshot might look more familiar.

It’s amazing what a can of white glossy spray paint can do. In less than 48-hours, “The Duke” was transformed from “tacky plastic man-trophy” to “sassy gay deer friend.”

And yes…the Duke is totally gay. C’mon you guys…he’s way too pretty to be a straight deer.

I couldn’t be happier with the end result of this little DIY project. He looks chic, modern, and I saved over $150 by crafting him myself.

I pretty much love him.

Unfortunately, after he witnessed my epic dance of shame and ridiculousness, I don’t think the feeling is mutual.

Hey…wait a second….you don’t think he’s the one that’s been talking smack about me on the internet, do you??

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