Its been 15-minutes since I’d rehearsed my recital item in my Holland dance studio and droplets of perspiration are still snaking down my spine and underneath my clothes. I’ve got my shirt crimped up in the back and front trying to let some air in to dry myself.
I declare that dance is one hell-of-a workout. I rehearsed for only 20-minutes and I’ve burned more calories on the dance floor then I do spinning intervals on the stationary bike. But, why doesn’t it feel the same? Because its fun! When your passion is activated and you’re not just mechanically engaged in benign exercise routines your soul soars. You don’t feel the weight of gravity. You don’t sense the effort. The clock has no meaning, time is infinite. When you soar (dance) you rise above consciousness…and burn a heck-of-a-lot-of-calories.
If you can’t dance…well, there’s always my bootcamps!
