And you should see what my skin printed on those circles!

I love teaching a physical art, a dance, a movement. It's one of the most satisfying things I've done.

There's a drastic difference between the corporeal me that begins a class and the one that ends it:

My eyes are red, my face is gaunt and white, my neck is flushed.
About halfway through class I've sweated so much that I can't see for a few seconds.
I wipe my face approximately fifty times in a one hour period.
Not to mention the rest of my body and its changes.

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Last Thursday I wore the only socks I could quickly find; they are blue with yellow circles.
This is twenty minutes after class, when I first removed my shoes in the driver's seat of my car.

Wasn't it a nice surprise?