As I hopped out of my mom’s car into the blistering cold January air, my body filled with dread, in preparation for what was coming. I loosely swung my heavy dance bag around my right shoulder as I walked up to the entrance of Pine Meadow Elementary School. I pulled open the humble doors and scraped my feet on the welcome mat outside of the gym entrance. As I walked into the gym, I was already anxious with anticipation for todays practice. State was just around the corner, and we knew we had to be prepared, both mentally and physically. I walked over to where my teammates were and I sat down on the compacted gym floor. I slipped my left knee brace on, then my right knee brace, finally my tennis shoes. My friends and I were talking about how riveting this day would be. “I can’t believe they’re coming here! Maybe this will show everyone at …show more content…
The football players finally arrived accompanied by a camera crew. They did the warm-up of insanity and plyometrics alongside the members of the SSDT. One of the players had to leave because he was going to throw up. I thought for sure this would show not only these three men how hard dancers work on a daily basis, but the school and my peers would come to know that dance is a rigorous and unforgiving sport. I was wrong. Although the three boys who experienced the daily warm-up of a dancer would agree dance is a sport, the majority of people at school still would not. People made excuses as to why the boys were struggling, such as; “yeah, of course they can’t do this stuff, they haven’t been in football for months!” or “I bet it’s not even that hard!” It hurts to know that people think so little of a sport that is very rigorous and time consuming. I hoped experiencing a regular SSDT warm-up and practice would get people to understand just how demanding the sport of dance