Last week was awesome! I was present in every difficult and
easy moment, enjoying it all. It was a state of training, friends, performance
and competition.
I love performing. Aside from the several showcases I’ve
done since taking up ballroom in January 2013, I haven’t had a scrutinized
performance since I did standup comedy in 2008.
The Emerald Ball
Competition is one of the biggest ballroom competitions in the country.
Preparing for it was a physical challenge and I knew it would be a big mental
challenge. Big challenges call for big guns. I broke out the CD my hypnotherapist, Brennan Smith, made for me in
2008 to have a first successful comedy set. I mentally adjusted the
comedy-specific suggestions to a ballroom competition. I had one last listen
before driving to the South Bay to spend the night with running friends so I
could sleep in until 4:30am for my 6:15am hair and makeup appointment.
All the comp prep was similar to race prep. Friends.
Food/Fuel. Bed (at a reasonable time). Like usual, I set several alarms and
triple checked them, convinced something would go wrong. I changed only one
thing: I put my own sheets on the bed, so the ballroom-dark spray tan I was rocking
wouldn’t come off on their sheets. I woke up several times in the night (like
normal), convinced it was 4:30am and I had to go get my hair and makeup
done. All of a sudden, I heard an alarm
that wasn’t mine.
Holy smokes!
Thank goodness, the husband is the kind of guy that wants to
walk a lady to her car. He set an alarm so he could wake up and escort me out.
I prep as quickly as I can.
I forgot I brought breakfast and went out to find food.
Foraging for food at 5am is not an easy task, and if you’ve
stayed away from fast food for years, you’ll be very disappointed. I eventually
found something and modified it enough, (asking for no bacon and throwing out
the bread) and made something reasonably palatable. More importantly, there was
coffee.
Hair and makeup was going to be at LeNique, the dancewear shop where I (and so many
dancers) get their dresses. It was so early, there was even parking by the
Culver City Steps, which never happens. I was breathing easy. Jim (my coach)and I were going to meet at 8:30 and my first heat wasn’t until 11. Endurance
racing mentality wins out again. Biggest difference. You need hair and makeup
for a ballroom dance performance.
The hair and makeup Snow Urbin gave me was
spectacular. I rarely feel super girly, but Snow made me feel the most girly
I’ve ever felt. The amazing thing is she did it all in an hour.
I changed into my dress so that way I could jump out of my
car and run into the ballroom. I met Jim, my instructor and the other dancer
who was competing.
The ballroom was not intimidating. I had been there before,
last year supporting friends.
Besides, I like preforming. It’s easier than standup. And,
it’s certainly easier than walking from your hospital room to a gurney to get
wheeled to brain surgery.
My heats came up. Pre-Bronze Rhumba, Swing, Salsa... quickly
followed by Newcomer Rhumba, Swing, Salsa. There were other styles peppered in,
so it gave me time to relax and work on dance combinations. The bonus is my
ankles didn’t get tired because I’m dancing in heals that are .5” taller than
what I normally do.
I ultimately finished with two 2nds in Pre-Bronze Rhumba and Swing. A 1st in Pre-Bronze Salsa. And, firsts across the board for Newcomer Rhumba, Swing and Salsa.
I was happy with how I did, but naturally, I want to do
better. There’s always room for improvement, with everything. I like chasing
that next P.R. (in whatever it may be). So
while working to get in marathon shape, I’m now working towards being able to
do more styles without my ankles giving out while really getting my arms and
hips to move.
I took Wednesday off, and resumed workouts on Thursday.
Friday became my long run day since I had plans with a friend Saturday morning.
Yes, it was a good week. Now, to jump back into a training schedule and add hills so I can have a successful trail half marathon this fall. I feel like more and more I’m stepping into my athletic prime.
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