So… last Friday, I started my dancing because I can no longer run bit.
I searched for a way to replicate my running routine. I used to run for 21 minutes at a comfortable, do my Daily Thirteen, and then run 1.5 miles as fast as I could run it (without making my hip feel the need to send me death threats camouflaged as sharp pain).
The replication trial went like this: I danced for 28 minutes to a playlist that included tunes like “Satisfaction,” “La tortura” and “SexyBack;” then I did my Daily Thirteen, and ended the workout with 21 minutes of “El baile del esqueleto,” “Map of Tasmania,” “Hips Don’t Lie” and other songs of the sort.
I was left exhausted and a little bored. I’m used to listening to my audiobooks while I run. I love music, but songs don’t hold my attention the way stories do. I need to figure out a way (or thirteen) to make things more interesting to my mind and body.
Also, I ran (pun totally intended) into a problem while I was dancing. You see, my Wicked Luvs, my right shoulder hates me nearly as much as my left hip despises me. They loathe each other, too, and refuse to work together. I’ve spent many years teaching my body how to run without swinging my right shoulder too wildly. The knowledge didn’t transfer to dancing. As soon as my body hears a yummy song, it goes all Dominican on me, and it starts shaking all the bits Mama Nature gave it. And it hurts.
During one of the dancing sessions, I experimented with different ways to make my shoulder behave: pressing my arms against my sides (didn’t work because I, um… would forget to hold them there), keeping my right forearm against my chest (see previous failure), hold a broomstick horizontally in front of me (angry pain shot through my shoulder and cursed me out)…
I was tired, upset and calling my shoulder names no other shoulder has ever been called before… so I gave myself a break and lay down on the floor… to curse the shoulder from a more comfortable position. That’s when I saw it—the wand Mina and her hubby made for me some time ago was staring at me from the lower shelf of my altar. I grabbed the bit of polished cedar wood, got to my feet, pressed the tip of the wand against my left palm and the end against my right palm. I held it in front of me while keeping my arms somewhat tight against my ribs.
And I danced…
…and I’ve been dancing…
…and dancing doesn’t hurt.
I know it will take a bit to get used to the interesting position. Dancing with my hands in front of me, while keeping my elbows locked at a 90-degree angle, can be a tad awkward. But I know the position will become an old friend, eventually. Things that can’t be changed usually do. Besides, this wand was blessed by the sweet hands of a Green Witch Warrior who has always grabbed life by the horns and ridden it hard… even when it hurts to do so. Mina of my heart, I’m dancing, pushing forward, and raising energy for you.
This wand was made for a lot of things, and dancing is certainly one of them.
I bet you thought I forgot to announce the winner of my Hues of Oz giveaway.
You should know better, my Wicked Luvs. I have the memory of a paranoid elephant… one that was distracted enough to miss the fact that she said she would use Random.Org to select a winner. Yep, I had already written all the names down when I remembered that little detail *sigh*. Oh well, I folded the names, threw them in a mortar and let the pestle stir things around…
…then I selected a name:
Congrats, Lynda H!
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