I've been dancing professionally for 14 years.

I'm pretty sure I was doing sit ups in the womb.

I take 6 dance classes/week, plus rehearse 3-4 hours with my stilt dancing company, plus do another 3-4 hours core/lower body training, plus take a Bikram yoga class, plus get buck at the Goth club for another couple sweaty hours, for a total of what - 20 hours/week athletic training time.

That does not count auditions.

And never before, not in STOMP not in De La Guarda not in a Burning Man disco tent, have I ever experienced the actual sensation of my heart feeling like a stick of active dynamite. My lungs feeling like raw sand paper. Never have I felt like I was actually going to crumble under the exertion of physical activity before like I did on the Ipod commercial shoot this weekend.

All of us were professional dancers. Hard bodies used to being used - and liking it. But there were no less than two grown men actually vomiting after their takes on film. A mere two minutes per take. That's what you call giving it all for a moment. A moment in possible immortalized unrecognizable silhouette in a silly (but rad!) television commercial. If you make the editing cut, that is.

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