I started to dance Argentinean tango after ballroom and sport dances. I was learning fast, and very soon I was in an advanced group, and my teacher called me an A-student. But the further I was going, the more I understood that it was not so simple. To be more precise, it is not simple at all. I felt I was getting tired very soon. I was always holding myself; my posture was not a natural position of my body. My efforts of an A-student to do everything right were helping me out for a long time. But then they started playing against me. And then I realized a simple thing – I don't breathe. Literally.
Every time I was coming into embrace, my breathe stopped somewhere at the level of my breast. No, of course, I was breathing. But superficially, without breathing out fully. There was always an "air cushion" left in my lungs, it created an illusion of additional control over my body and that it would not let me fall down, as if I was an air balloon. But instead, I got something very different. For example, suppression of intercostal muscles, trapezius and god knows what else.