Once upon a time, I was a dancer. Salsa, mainly. I taught, performed, even choreographed. I was working 40-50 hours a week as a lawyer, and dancing up to 20.
I’m on the left. There’s definitely stuff I would improve about my performance, but I never got the chance. It was my first and last time performing that routine, and I left the country a week later. Months of training, and this video is all I’ve got to show for it.
They were crazy times. I actually think you can eat whatever you like as a dancer, you are just constantly hungry and the six-hour training sessions just burn it all off. The problem is there’s no time to eat. I remember I often had chocolate milk at training. Lots of nuts, muesli bars, hot cross buns were a particular favourite. If I ever made it home I would stir-fry some vegetables.
I didn’t dance again for months after I moved here. Finally I found a really good teacher and started going to classes. Everyone else was as obsessed as I had been back then. I could see that if I wanted to take my dancing any further, I had to go back to 20 hours a week, and that just wasn’t me any more. I miss teaching though.
Sometimes I go to swing dance classes at the 100 Club on a Monday night. They have a lesson then a live band. It doesn’t matter if I don’t go for months, I still see the same faces there every time. But it’s always a different band.
Time to get back into it I think. If I say it on the blog, I have to do it.