Yes, these are my tap shoes. They don’t have too many miles on them yet, even though I bought them about five years ago. It was one of those mid-life impulse buys.
Yes, I used to tap dance. Too many years ago to count. That would be embarrassing. Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to post an old photo. But not today.
So just last week I decided to sign up for tap dance classes and actually put some scuff marks on these bo-jangles.
I found a class for those “of a certain age”, a class for those 50+. I figured I might be able to keep up.
It’s an intermediate level class. And just challenging enough. I probably have enough tap in me to do an advanced class, but I don’t have enough lung power for that. Intermediate is just right. Basic tap would have bored me to tears.
So here’s the scoop: balancing while shifting weight from foot to foot is HARD! Even with all the yoga I’ve been doing for the past four years. Maybe its the amount of weight I have to shift! Ha!
Doing turns while tapping is HARD! Hello Vertigo! At least half the class was as dizzy as I was after that little combo.
These ladies can DANCE! It’s exciting and refreshing. It felt like coming home. I think my mom would be happy that I decided to do something that would make ME happy. I know I’m happy that I decided to do something that would make me happy.
I think the shoes are happy. After all, these shoes were made for tapping. They were lonely and silent just sitting in the box.
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