So there I am, happily dancing into the dusk on the beach, swaying to the House Music in my headphones as I House Dance on the boardwalk (which I do daily before making music each night), when I suddenly feel the flick of two fingers on my face. A female bicyclist had decide that me dancing in the amply wide boardwalk merited a subtle slap in the face. A lane so big, on a boardwalk so wide, that five dancers and five bikes could together not take up the entire thing. It was a stupid thing for her to do, taking advantage of her motion on a bike to strike me as she kept riding.
So imagine the surprised look on her face when I caught up to her 150 meters down the path, to give her a large piece of my mind. Her bike lost to my cardio; her action lost to my words.
Everybody along the strip was impressed. Including her.
Haha. Dance cardio for the win! ;)