Do you remember in "High School Musical 2" when Chad sang an entire song about how he can't dance while simultaneously performing some pretty amazing dance moves?

Yeah...sure, Chad.

Well I'm like Chad, the only difference is that instead of dancing like him I dance more like Kevin James' character from "Hitch."

Just look at the disappointment in Will Smith's eyes.

Or maybe I'm just more like Miranda Sings. I'm the kind of person to dance ironically. I do so to hide the shame that I would bring upon my family if I were to try to dance for real.

Now this girl can dance.

The first time that I brought myself out of my dancing comfort zone* was when I performed in All Sing (like Greek Sing but my school is very small and we include all organizations) with my sorority. There is nothing like being put in the back of the group to try to be hidden as much as possible to really make a girl feel special. I'm just joshing you, I actually really enjoyed being in All Sing but I realized that for the following year my talents would be better suited to helping write the lyrics.

TBH I'm kind of like Fat Amy when I dance.

Tonight I let myself out of my dancing comfort zone again. As I sit here typing away in a position in which I can remain practically stationary, I think about my life choices and how the most recent one lead me to try cardio barre. For those of you who don't know, cardio barre is a form of torture that brings in ballet influences as well as cardio [shudders], and the first class was free. You know that torture device that stretches your limbs until they are ripped out of the sockets? Well it's like that, only self-inflicted and completely voluntary. During this class I realized that I not only have zero rhythm, I also am a lot more inflexible than I had originally thought, and I know I'm nowhere near flexible. I wanted to hate the instructor but she was literally the sweetest most understanding person ever and I'm pretty sure to hate someone like her would send me straight to Hell, where I would probably have to do more cardio barre. A friend of mine actually had to leave the session to go throw up before she could come back.

This is probably what I looked like while trying to do ballet moves.

And you know what? The class was awesome. I am now filled with this tired energy where I feel like I could do anything; whether that be climb Mount Everest, write this article, or take a nap, I'm not so sure. All I do know is that in this case my life choices paid off because I feel so good about myself for surviving that class and it doesn't even matter that I was most likely the worst dancer in there. But like my instructor said, it's not about anybody else, it's about your own journey. There's that super-cliche saying that says something about dancing like no one is watching. Well my new motto is dance like you don't care someone is watching. When I was able to get over myself and realize that nobody is watching me, no one is judging me, and nobody cares that I'm a horrible dancer, I ended up having a whole lot of fun. I might just have to put myself through that torture again.

You know it's sad when T-Swizzle is a better dancer than you.

*discounting when I was a cheerleader in the eighth grade because I don't like to dwell on the dark periods of my life.