I am in the Countdown to Tango stage. On May 19, at the Hamilton Convention Centre, I will perform a two minute tango in a crazy red and black dress and high heeled red sparkly shoes and a flower in my hair. You might want to read that again. My fingers just said 'what the hell did we just type?'
I've been training like an Olympian. Well, if Olympians exasperate their trainers at every turn. My dance partner, Mentor Sejdiu, is constantly amazed by me. Amazed that I can't remember dance steps, and that when I can I can't learn new ones, amazed that my arms look like somebody stapled them on after I was already made, and that when he says 'point your toe' and I scream back 'it is pointed!' that I'm not kidding.
As for Adam Higson, he has been training me for about two months now. If you live in the Hamilton/Burlington area, and you would like a new body, he can give you one. I am not kidding. I haven't been this fit in probably 25 years. He is a miracle worker. Adam is a retired fighter, and he now trains fighters (he's the dude who trained me to box, years ago), so he says things like 'next week we start cutting for weight'. I looked at him blankly. Apparently, it's a fighter training term. We get all sporty, then the last week he thinks I will drop a few pounds to be the Most Sporty Person in the World This Week. He thinks I'm going to give up carbs. Silly lad.
There will be pictures - just haven't got to them yet. The event will be webcast, and it will be on the local cable channels. This terrifies me, of course, but it's for a great cause. By competing, we can raise money so that kids in the Hamilton school system can have a dance program brought into their schools. Many of the schools simply can't afford to do it, so this event, The Spring Tulip Festival of Dance, is helping. It's a three day event that culminates in *my* dance on the Saturday night at a red carpet gala. Okay, that's exaggerating. But I am terrified.