The reality is I'm really incredibly out of breath

I did a belly dance presentation for a WGSS class this morning and I feel like it went well. The part I was nervous about (the talking and Q&A session) went better than the dancing, IMO. The students had some great questions, including asking me about belly dancing's relationship to burlesque, so I got to talk about the fraught (but improving) relationship between belly dancers and strippers. That was good.

I felt like I was really on for the Q&A (I just felt easily informative and competent), and at one point, after I'd mentioned being a staunch feminist, a guy asked me what influenced me to be a feminist, I replied "Reality."

I got lots of smiles, nods, and even a few chuckles from the class. I think it went well and I got to catch and call out someone who was texting during my performance so that was great. Don't think she appreciated it much but oh well.

Worst part, though, either I'm even more out of shape than I thought or I breathed in some chalk dust when I leaned over to unplug my iPod speakers because I've been wheezing and coughing for an hour and a half, now. UGH.