Trying on a Sport by Carolynne Scott
My dog walks me twice a day. My aqua aerobics class meets three times each
week. The last thing I thought I needed was another "sport."
But ballroom dancing slipped up on me. I didn't expect to have one bit of fun
when I went to my first party at a Fred Astaire studio. In fact, I did it to
please my cousin.
When the music began in the beautiful mirrored studio, and the lithe young
misters in their very black tuxedos began to glide me around the room, I changed
my tune.
Sure, other sports release those endorphins, but there is something about
learning to step backward smoothly through a waltz progression, to keep count
during a Cuban walk, to turn on time in the cha cha chase that challenges one
both mentally and physically.
Perhaps it is the sense of pageantry. In the studio, the fun of dressing up
and dancing your best is paramount. And there are exhibitions put on by the
silver level dancers in gorgeous gowns and tuxedos that leave you wondering: How
long, oh Lord, how long?
At the dance clubs and BBDA monthly soirees, just being with others who dance
gracefully and will gladly show you new steps is heartening. That and the music
provided which appeals to the inner soul, the part that makes you tap your feet.
And age, which dogs us all, matters not a jot. People of all sizes and ages
merge on the dance floor in "social discourse" as the late Jimmy Beard
called it. Most of the real activity I have noticed is with dancers over 30.
Some in their 90's can dance better than they can walk according to Dr. Roswell
Pfister, local Tanguero. It gives one hope, it really does.
Besides the fact that dancing helps our heart rate, lowers blood pressure,
contributes to weight loss and improves our posture, it also is a pleasant way
to meet other sin~gles. At practice parties at Dr. Dance, the advanced men
students patiently demonstrate the intricacies of spin and win in the swing or
peek- a-boo in the rumba. That hour and a half on Thursday night has come to be
the highlight of my week.
Why, I asked myself, is this so appealing? (It's a given that I'll be
breathing heavily and will have danced the equivalent of a four-to five-mile
walk.) Finally, the answer dawned. It's play, pure and simple. Something
work-oriented adults are not always permitted. Luckily, most dancing activities
take place after five or on the weekends.
My dancing could become competitive as any sport does. There are
opportunities to compete against others your age and level in both studio-driven
and open competitions. This has gotten so big that Dancesport (was) a
demonstration sport at the 2002 Olympics in Sydney, Australia. So far, this is
not my cup of tea. I dance for the pleasure of it, and it leaves me ecstatic.
I'm actually glad my cousin never told me the best-kept secret about ballroom
dancing--it's bloody addictive!