Nykema Brown has just seamlessly executed a dance move that looks like a cross between something from a Qing Gong flick and a Crossfit burpee -- and she's managed to make it look sexy. She then whips her head back to the beat.
Photo by Robin Harper/Courtesy of Parkwood Entertainment All hail the Queen.
"...5, 6, 7, 8!" she shouts with a smile.
It's a Wednesday night and I'm dancing with the best of 'em at the Houston Texans YMCA (5404 Griggs Road), drenched in sweat in what could easily be touted as the fiercest dance class this side of the Mason-Dixon line.
Brown, the teacher, offers a modification to the next move in the routine, which looks physically impossible. I ask for a modification of the modification, and the class erupts in laughter.
The class consists of 25 women and myself, the lone wolf who might have gotten himself in a little too deep this time around.