A strange thing happened to me tonight. While I was waiting outside of Emily's Girl Scout meeting, I was invited by a nice old lady to join her square dancing class. There was a man there whose partner was late, and he needed someone to fill in for her. I wanted to say, "No," but I really didn't have any reason to, so I went ahead and joined them.
I had no clue what I was doing, of course, and for a while there I felt a bit like a pin ball being bounced and twirled around without a clue where I would land. Thankfully, no one let me fall down. However, after about fifteen minutes of "dancing" with them, I actually started to get the hang of it. I even got some complicated little move down.
Here's the amazing part: Not only did I have fun doing it, but I got a pretty good workout during the process, too. If I didn't have other places to be on Thursday nights, I might have considered signing up for the class.