And the winning S Factor workout song was....

01 - Bad Boyfriend

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...Garbage, "Bad Boyfriend".
Congratulations (but no prize, cause I'm cheap that way) to DatingLA for recommending I give another listen to Garbage. I actually had Black Light Burns, "Lie", and Concrete Blonde, "Jesus Forgive Me", also loaded on the playlist but let Megan (instructor) pick one without telling me which it would be.

Thanks to everyone for playings. Music recommendations are always appreciated... fast, slow, angry, soft... anything that you think would be good for what I describe as "interpretive erotic dance".

Workout was a little strange last night. I was way more tired than I expected - a combo of the weekend work & having totally forgotten that I'm having a bout of asthmatic bronchitis again (so much so that taking a shower left me out of breath) and need to be taking meds regularly instead of only when I notice a bad episode. The sciatica, only on the right side, is making a lot of the pilates warmup a total bitch. I can do moves one direction but when I try to reverse, it's like someone is stabbing knife into me. MUST see the chiro this week!

I tried to do pole practice but ended up sitting out most of it - I had no strength and no matter what move I tried, my feet refused to leave the ground.

One of 2 drop-in students, who usually goes to the LA studio, was AMAZING. By far the best pole work I've ever seen - including instructors - and she was completely fluid in blending it with floor & wall work. I got the feeling that LA is much better at teaching techique & power... but maybe she's also just one of the exceptional students. I felt really privileged to get to see her freestyle.

My dance was a bit of hit & miss. My long petticoat skirt was itchy and annoying but I was told that it looked good and that I stripped it off "very smoothly" (it didn't feel that way to me). Otherwise, I was sort of in & out of "the moment"... sometimes really flowing with the music, other times being very "removed" from the music and aware of my surroundings and what I was doing. Afterward, I was gasping for air - and it dawned on me that in addition to the asthma/bronchitis, I may not be remembering to breath normally while I dance. I'm gonna as Megan to scream "BREATHE" at me next time and see if that helps.

After class, I went home, scarfed lots of very bad food, and pretty much passed out. I'm still exhausted today - slept in way past my alarm clocks and, 3 hrs later, am still having a hard time staying awake.

Our next assignment is Pajama Party, or something like that. I think I'm going to layer flannel PJs over something skimpy and dance to Aerosmith's "Rag Doll" - though I'm not sure about that yet.

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