The Dirt on Dancing

Line dancing is harder than it looks, believe me.

Each morning, at fitness class, our instructor Cissy begins the session with a couple of line dances.  She says it's a good way to warm up before our aerobic workout and a good mental exercise to stimulate our brain and improve our memory. 

She's right -- but there's just one problem.  My mental hardware was manufactured back in the 1950's and sometimes my hard drive freezes up at the most inopportune moments.  Plainly stated, I can easily lose my focus.

Line dancing has been popular for many years and for many reasons.  It provides a healthy physical activity for all ages and body types.  It encourages us to memorize a sequence of steps, facing a different wall for each sequence.  It doesn't require a partner -- and best of all, it heightens our feeling of well-being by listening and moving to some good old country tunes, as well as many modern pop songs. 

On top of all that, our instructor is excellent. You might say that Cissy is the line-dancing queen of our county.  She's been teaching it for years and makes it  seem as smooth as butter and just as appealing.

But here's the rub.  The trick in line dancing is keeping one's focus.  While you're dancing, you can't be thinking about what you're going to make for supper tonight, or whether hubby will remember to bring home milk this afternoon, like you told him to.  Two seconds into these random thoughts and you're facing the wrong wall. 

Right from the get-go, we ladies must pay attention, concentrate and think quickly. I rivet my eyes on Cissy's feet, straining to engrave her words on the  blackboard of my mind.

"Vine right and touch, vine left and touch, four steps forward and shimmy on the spot," Cissy instructs.  A few more moves and she declares, "And that's the dance."  I scratch my head.  Sounds simple.  The music starts -- and bingo.  My mind has drifted to the supper question. I'm vining left, missing the next beat and wind up shimmying when every one else is facing the other way.  Darn.

There is a glimmer of hope for me, though.  My classmate Rose says that in line-dancing, it's okay to fake it if you don't get it.  I'm so relieved I feel like hugging her.  Thanks, Rose.

If all else fails, I'll just try to sashay in the same general direction as everyone else and hope no one notices.

Maybe we could call it "the novice two-step."



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