I grew up dancing.
My mom was a gymnast and she put me in dance and gymnastics when I was young. One of my earliest memories with my mom, is we were on our way to dance class and she was putting my hair in that super-slicked-back perfect bun. I floated my way down the stairs to class in my pretty pink tutu.
I've always loved to dance. Always. And dancing always came in handy for theatre. I could pick up choreography quickly and could always do what the choreographers wanted. I am sure that helped me secure a part or two.
In college, I minored in dance. I danced 5 sometimes 6 days a week, 3-4 times a day. It was nuts.
It was awesome.
When I got pregnant with Gracie, at 8 weeks, I had a scare that put me on partial bedrest--no more dancing for Tanika.
That was the last time I set foot at the barre.
I miss it, a lot.
I wish I had pictures of me dancing. I only have pictures of me and the girls/guys all huddled or making stupid faces.
Although I miss the camaraderie that comes with dance...I just miss dancing.
I love the show So You Think You Can Dance. It inspires me, and has since it's first season. Every time the show would end, my friends and I (or just myself) would recreate the dances, or we would just dance around our living rooms. One time, a friend who was teaching at a local studio, took us to the floor and we danced for hours. It was exhausting but so much fun. I can tell you I can do a lot of the dances from the first few seasons of SYTYCD.
I don't want to toot my own horn, but I used to be really good. Not Russian Ballet good, but good.
Now, the only dance I do is 1st position while I am doing the dishes.
Or plie's while rocking Gracie.
The other night I tried to do an assisted arabesque in ponche (I had just watched a Lauren Froderman routine) and holy crap, I thought my who-ha was going to fall on the floor. I used to be able to do those.
I am so incredibly out of dancer shape. I am so out of shape PERIOD.
I can still manage fouette's on the kitchen floor, and I can still do the basics...but man...it's bad.
It's weird but I miss my feet calluses, the bloody toe-nails, the ripped skin, floor burn...all of it. IT was a sign that I was a dancer.
I wish I could go back to dance. I wish I could find a class worth taking around here.
I guess my kitchen floor will have to work for now.