Oh I do hope that I get the chance to move like that again.
I just want to move. And stretch. And swirve. And tumble. And be free.
When I run and bike and climb and yoga and swim and such, it's nice and I feel pretty good afterwards, like my body got a breather. But after I dance... well, after I dance I feel exhilerated, pushed past the limits that I thought I had, muscles exhausted because I used nearly every one, and I am genuinely happy. Joyful, even if I didn't look as good as everyone else and wasn't as stretchy as them either. But at least I am joyful.
I miss dancing.
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