Well, okay, we don't go running together because I am philosophically opposed to such masochistic behavior. But, even if I weren't? We wouldn't.
|Didn't work for us...|
Do click on that link - it's classic.
So imagine my surprise yesterday when Larry, upon hearing my announcement that I was going to attend a local contra dance with free lessons before the main event, told me he was going also.
Let's make something perfectly clear: NEITHER of us is a dancer. I can barely clap in time to music. Yet, deep within me, there has always been a desire to learn some of these traditional dances; and happily, as I am turning 50 this year, I seem to be slowly acquiring the inestimable gift of being incapable of embarrassment.
So, we went. All the way from the parking lot, we discussed (well, I discussed, Larry listened - or not, who knows) whether or not we should really go. You see, my PTSD was definitely kicking in. The last time I had tried anything like this was in 7th grade gym class - for some reason we had a week dedicated to square dancing, during which I was forcibly partnered with Kevin Kashuba, who made funny faces behind my back.
That experience was, as you might expect, devastating to my 12-year-old psyche. So we (I) decided that we would go in, see if the people looked intimidating (or like my long-lost 7th-grade nemesis), and - if they did - pretend we had wandered in by mistake and leave.
|No one was dressed like this.|
End of story? We stayed. We danced (to the best of our abilities). Prior to this experiment, I had confided to my one contra-dancing friend that I was nervous I'd mess up. Her advice? Keep moving! Laugh! Smile! So I did that. I believe I may even have come off as slightly manic. By break time, 2 hours in, Larry and I were both soaked with sweat and exhausted.
Meanwhile, the older couples were still out on the dance floor, practicing a waltz that the obliging fiddlers were playing for them.
"Gosh," I said, loudly. "Love to stay, but...uh...the kids need us! Yup!" and Larry and I staggered out to the parking lot, practically holding each other up.
In short, yesterday evening I had the most exercise AND the most fun I have had in YEARS. Think about it - I spent the evening holding hands with a bunch of other people, swinging around in a circle, skipping back and forth, and (as directed) smiling and laughing. Also? Some twirling happened. In short, I felt like a kid again.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some sewing to do.
[Date night image: Cheaper Than Therapy]
[Costume image: The Reel Thing]
[Pattern image: Etsy]