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!