…makes you stronger.
And, ok. Fine. So the title is perhaps a tad melodramatic (you should be used to this by now. I regret nothing. 😉 )
Basically, this blog post was born out of minor over-use knee injury (note: I said minor) which, nonetheless, caused a bit of a freak-out on my part as a) I’ve never experienced anything like this in my knees (neck and back pain, yes. Knees, no.) and b) I’m a ballroom dancer. My knees are important. So are my feet.
So I find myself in the process of strength-training, since I don’t have the kind of strength in my knees that I need. And let me tell ya: the morning after the gym is pretty uncomfortable. As is the day after that. And I’m not used to it. I’m not used to using those muscles in that way. It will come, once my body’s used to it, but in the interim it’s hard.
And I might be a bit of a wuss.
But there’s a larger picture here. Let me put it this way:
I AM A DANCER.
It’s a relatively recent discovery (though apparently my subconscious has been screaming this for years…) and it fits like a glove. I can talk all day about how much I love it, but in the end the only way to express it is to get on the dance floor and show you.
And to dance the way I want to dance – with strength, precision, ease and grace – will take time and effort and training. But because I love it, I’m going to do it. I mean, there really isn’t another option here. My instructor’s stuck with me, heh. This is too much fun, too much joy, too much wonderful.
So in the immortal words of…somebody-who-isn’t-me:
Suck it up, princess.
::Exits stage left, dancing a samba::
2 thoughts on “Forged in fire (aka, what doesn’t kill you…)”
Dance like no one’s watching, Princess. And if they are, flash a little skin. Make it memorable… or a warning. Whatever works. 😉
::high five of approval::
::exits stage right, dancing a rumba::
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