Confession: I try to catch Namaste Yoga on FitTV whenever I can.
Disclaimer: I try to ignore all the “energy leaving your body through the third eye” mumbo jumbo and treat it as nothing more than a visualization for relaxing. It works OK for me. I really enjoy doing the exercise and listening to the voice of the instructor. Her voice really soothes me and sort of makes the whole thing work.
I’ve mentioned before, and our posting habits pretty well reflect that while Kate is an early bird, I’m a night owl. Grace is a little of both, but mostly a night owl. She stayed over last night, and while channel surfing I flipped past FitTV sometime around 0:dark30, and something new was just coming on: Shimmy.
Shimmy is sort of yoga meets belly dance, so being such a fan of Kristine, I had to jump right in. Kate’s used to our doing Namaste at odd hours of the dead of night, so it rarely elicits more than a muffled appreciation of a particular body position Grace and I might be in when she peeks from behind her tousled locks of obsidian satin hair with one half-opened eye. (That is unless she’s in need of some attention.) For whatever reason, last night was a little different.
I don’t know if she was already partially awake, or if the word “shimmy” just snapped her out of rapturous coma, but by the time the warm-ups were over and the instructor had our heads sliding from side to side, Kate was all eyes.
“C’mon! Shimmy lessons!”
“Uh uh, I’m watching.”
I have to say that the movements – the hands, the head, the hips – were very sexy feeling, and very sexy looking on Grace. I don’t think Kate even blinked. It wasn’t terribly difficult, and I think I was picking it up pretty well too. Within a few minutes, I didn’t even have to look at the TV much, just listen to the instructor.
At the end of the program, the instructor told us to improvise, but we were way ahead of her.
I really should have snatched that belly dancer costume at the Halloween store, but Kate says the tap pants and camisoles we were in worked just fine for her. She’s sleeping in this morning. Apparently, our instruction of Kate in the art of Belly Dance was somewhat more… vigorous… than the TV instructor’s.
I hope that’s OK.
From whence came the art: