i has a ouch.

but it's a good ouch -- it's the "i just spent 6 hours straight swing dancing and my feet and legs are screaming" soreness that comes with a sense of accomplishment from getting lots of exercise and learning stuff.

jack and i attended a "west coast swing bootcamp" at my dance studio today. 10am-5pm with only a few short breaks, basically cramming an entire 8-week level 1 class into a day. and he was so awesome. it was funny -- inside he was going "i'm so pissed, i'm not picking this up immediately, grrrrrrr"... when inside i was going "i'm so proud i'm going to explode, he's never taken a dance class in his life yet he understands how to create a solid connection and he has rhythm and he's learning weeks worth of material in just a few hours". regardless, he learned enough moves to fill a solid minute of music: starter step, throwout, left side pass, underarm turn with a change to a handshake hold, sugar push, tuck turn, whip, and half-whip into a throwout. i'm so proud.

so, we made it through the day, and now we're both completely wiped. somehow i need to get a little bit of work done, and then i am going to bed eeeeearly. whew.