Diary of a Dan-cer: And So it Begins...
Just one hour after coming home from a dance lesson, it hit me. Total and complete exhaustion.
After the initial shock wears off…after all of the congratulations are over with, you actually have to start dancing.
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not a dancer. I lack a certain….oh, what is the
dancing term….coordination! Yeah, I lack coordination. The “Shopping Cart” has been my go-to dancing move since High School, and it still is.
So, now that I’ve committed to DWTDS, a certain level of terror has begun to set in. There’s no turning back. I have 10 45-minute lessons to perfect a routine to be performed in front of 1000 of my closest friends in just 10 short weeks.
Lesson #1…my partner and I are ready to get to work. I let her know that I am a willing participant, but we’re going to have to work on the able part. We decided to run through a handful of basic dance steps to see what I liked and what I didn’t like (or couldn’t do).
I learned the Foxtrot, The Cha Cha, The Hustle….and I think a few more, but at this point my head was spinning faster than my pint-sized professional dance partner. I don’t know if it was the glazed over eyes, the sweat gushing from every pore in my body or the slumped shoulders of defeat, but I think she knew I had had enough and she mercifully said “I think that’s good for today!”
Feeling good about the (limited) progress made in my first lesson, I went home slightly less terrified and a touch more confident than I had been just an hour before. Then it hit me. Total and complete exhaustion.
I sat on the couch completely wiped out. I started to feel pain in muscles I didn’t know I had. The best analogy I can come up with is if you go skiing once a year, no matter how good of shape you are in, you use different muscles and wake up sore the next day.
That was me. Only I didn’t go skiing and it wasn’t the next day. I danced for maybe 20 minutes and it was only two hours later. Terror began to creep back in and I decided to head off to sleep. I was out so fast and so deep that you would’ve thought I had a Unisom/Tylenol PM nightcap before drifting off.
Seriously, coma patients are light sleepers compared to me that
Sore doesn’t begin to describe how I felt the next morning. After struggling to get each foot to the floor I shuffled over to the medicine cabinet. With a little Menthol Muscle Rub and a handful of Ibuprofen, I soldiered on. After all, it’s for the KIDS!
The purpose of DWTDS is to raise money for Dedham’s schools and students. I encourage you to DONATE! Feel free to go to my FaceBook page “Dan-cing for Dedham!!!” and make your pledge!
This week’s Shout Out to new sponsors…..Coach Mike Nosky at Grand Slam Baseball & Softball Academy, Laura Lea at Artisan Custom Framing, Dedham’s favorite Pirates from Jack & Eric’s Pirate Lemonade Stand, and Anita from Anita’s Brush of Class! Keep the donations coming!