Ballroom Dancing

In my quest for physical fitness, I came up with what I was certain would be the perfect plan for me – ballroom dancing. The more I thought about it, the more I liked this idea, so I set about trying to find a class.

After a prolonged search, I finally found one nearby. I showed up to begin class on the appointed day and walked into the dance studio in an outfit that turned out to be about as far from appropriate as I could possibly have gotten. From my summer shirt to my shorts to my tennis shoes, it was all wrong. All of the other women wore dresses or full skirts and blouses, and the requisite ballroom dance shoes. I stuck out like a sore thumb. 

I next noticed that all of the women were seated along the back wall of the room, so I grabbed a chair and sat down with them. The girl next to me then quietly informed me that the instructor had just celebrated his birthday and - you’re not going to believe this – he was 99 years old. 99?! I could hardly believe my ears. I turned to look at him and sure enough, he looked like a man in his nineties. He knew what he was doing, though, and he was surprisingly light on his feet. He never missed a beat. I couldn’t help but be impressed. Maybe I’d learn something after all, but that remained to be seen.

To be continued…