Yesterday I attended my first belly dancing class. It took me a bit by surprise that the teacher is one of the least exotic people possible. 40ish, fat, American, with a tight blond bun. Very good-natured and fun, and I don't doubt that she knows what she's doing. I guess I must have expected a dark-haired, dark-eyed Middle Easterner. So much for stereotypes.
One feature of the class was that the large room we met in was cold. And of course most of the warm up exercises were on the floor. Not to self: bring a yoga mat!
This class focused on the basics of moving shoulders and hips independently, isolating one movement from the rest of the body. Fortunately I've done lots of kinds of dancing and many, many types of workouts, so I understand the principle of isolating movement, and am able to do it pretty well, although I am stiffer now than I used to be, so I'm hoping this class will help me become a bit more fluid. It certainly uses very different sets of muscles than clogging does.
The teacher had spangled, belled scarves for us to tie around our hips, and it was so fun to see them sparkle and hear them tinkle as we moved. There are five of us in the class, one returnee and four beginners, all women, and all of us did well. My muscles, especially around my shoulders and chest, are just a bit sore today, which I like because it means I've actually used them. I think I'm going to enjoy this class, although I don't predict that I'll stay with it with the fervor I give to clogging.