We were watching home movies of the kids trying to do my exercise video the other day. That reminded me of my coordination issues. J dies laughing whenever I try to do that video. There is one move where you are supposed to raise one arm while kicking out the opposite leg. I concentrate really hard, but I'll still lift the same leg as the arm I'm raising. At least J enjoys it.
Problems like this are why I hate dancing. I was never comfortable at dances. I had a boyfriend at BYU that did DJing for a side job. He would get so frustrated with me because I refused to dance. When we broke up I was sort of relieved that I wouldn't have to go to dances anymore. Maybe someday someone will invent an implant that will give me rhythm. Luckily J doesn't care if we dance. Not that there are many opportunities for it now. I think our Stake has an adult dance maybe once every couple of years.
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