Wednesday, October 29, 2003

great hulking monster that I am

One of my dance teachers, coming around to poke us each individually in the back to show us which muscles we were supposed to be using to hold our arms above our heads, said that I had "hefty lats." Huh. It was sort of like when my doctor commented on my trapezius a year or so back. Both times I wanted to say, don't make me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry, but I was flattered as well. Toss people on the ground a few nights a week for ten years, I guess this is what happens.

Maybe I should bag the bellydancing, invest in some spandex and a dumb stage name, and take up wrestling?