I actually laughed during class, when we were rocking some quick V-steps and I noticed that my entire midsection was shaking like a bowl full of Jell-O.
I seriously found it funny. I didn’t care.
What I did care about was the fact that I barely modified any moves at all like I usually do, to protect my back. My core is strong enough to keep me from hurting myself.
I also cared that my foot was pointed sideways on the side kicks, and that my jabs were quick and full-motion — all the way out and all the way back to my face.
I didn’t care that I was apparently exhaling too audibly during a few moves, when the resident ex-dancer gave me the stink-eye. She’s lucky I didn’t actually kiai out loud: THAT would have turned some heads.
I didn’t care about my spare tire. Finally.