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Howard Lin
It was the middle of June, and summer was just about to officially start. While away on a business trip, my wife had told me she started to dance Salsa. I knew she always enjoyed dance much more than I did. The movements and the rhythm all come together in her mind with ease. On the other hand, I was and still am afflicted by two-left-feet syndrome. When I heard that she was going dancing with her girlfriends, I thought it was a great idea for her to get out of the house when I was not around. In the back of my mind, there was a hint that she may ask me to join her when I returned to Indy. But my two left feet kicked dirt over that thought and buried it… until at the airport in St. Louis when I called to let her know I was ready to board the flight and come home. It was an early Thursday evening. As I think back, I remember saying yes to a kitchen that was serving all that jazz.
The best treatment for two-left feet syndrome is probably a shoot-first-ask-questions-later mentality. In other words, just do it now and think it through later. Thanks to my wife's generously patient girlfriends, who yanked me out onto the parquet and told me to follow along, I got a crash course on the basics. It was dark. It was crowded. I was sweating. And I was frustrated. It was there I embarked on the painful journey of piecing together the beat with the steps.
Exactly a year has passed. Today I am well along in my journey. The pain has been replaced by pleasure. But on certain occasions, the pain is still there. After all, two-left-feet syndrome is chronic for some.
Can you hear it? In the background… “bhop, bhop, bhop… bhop, bhop…” See you on the hardwood.
INtoSalsa, Indy's premier Salsa guide
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