Remember that blogging expert I had a meeting with a while back? Gave me all those tips and hints HERE? She also suggested I use lots of hashtags around ‘self care’ and ‘positive ageing’, as I’m over 50, and that is apparently the current trend I need to ride.
I can do that. I’m definitely a health-orientated person, becoming a vegetarian at 21, and jumping on and off that wagon over the years. As most of you know, I dance, do Pilates, walk, don’t really drink, and love a good night’s sleep more than anything.
(Side note: Years ago, in a flash of inspiration, I asked my then-six year old son to describe me in a few words, as I was planning to use them for my first online dating profile on OkCupid… “Health food Drama Queen” didn’t sound as good as I hoped though).
Anyway, I’ve relaxed a bit in my old age, and after the stressful challenge of learning all those lines for our show a fortnight ago HERE, but having nailed it HERE, I decided to let my hair down at a local outdoor dance party last weekend… which is very sensibly aimed at the over 40s now, so goes from 2pm-9pm on a Sunday.
I wore my favourite jumpsuit, and flat shoes for dancing.
I prepared myself with carbs for lunch, then a big nana nap.
I arrived as the sting left the sun, about 5pm, and bumped into friendly faces straight away; before I knew it, I was dancing gloriously to irresistible tunes.
Which just kept coming and coming!
I had several dance buddies, most of us over 50, and somehow ended up bopping around on a long wooden table, concreted into the ground. I was there for a while, then decided I should share the glory, so hopped down onto the equally-long-but-not-quite-as-wide-bench beside it.
My mistake. I should have stayed on the table. I slipped off the bench, executing a fancy triple turn à la Michael Jackson [in my fevered mind], and corked my thigh on the edge of the afore-mentioned incredibly solid table.
What could I do? The show must go on. So I got back on the bench and kept dancing…
Then watched this unfold as the week went on.
I gotta admit: I was kind of proud of myself though. I documented it for various unbelieving friends interstate, and ’17’, who begrudgingly admired it. Did you know there’s actually a hashtag on Instagram called #felloffatable? You’ll now see my pics there.
I kept thinking I would stop, but it became the highlight of my morning (life in a small country town in Australia hey?).
Finally, I just couldn’t resist sharing it with you all too. You’re welcome, and it was SO worth it; I danced non-stop till the final track, going home a very happy, tired party girl.
What about you? How have you injured yourself in the name of having a good time? Do tell!
In gratitude for super fun ‘self care’ fails, G xO