Some days do not turn out the way you expect. Yesterday was one of those days.
I think it is clear from this blog that I love to dance. I love to do it, teach it, talk about it, watch it. The one aspect of dance I've never been that into however, is competitions. I love to spectate, but competing has never been my thing.
I have my reasons. First and foremost, dance is my relaxation. I can get to an almost meditative state on the dance floor. If I had to put in hours of hard training, I feel that would eat into the relaxation. Second I've never had a permanent dance partner in my style of ceroc. Yes S dances and is quite fantastic, but he doesn't dance ceroc AND he very much shares my first reason of dancing being about relaxing not training. Finally and I think quite crucially, I'm just not very competitive by nature. When you see those people who complete at an elite level they have a real drive to win. I like to succeed in what I do, but that doesn't translate into a desire to win at all costs.
And so competitions have never formed a significant part of my dance story.
Then a couple of weeks ago I was asked to be judge at a local comp. I was quite honoured, it is a hard job but one that after years of teaching and watching dancers I felt qualified to do so I said yes. And yesterday I set out to spend several hours watching and judging dancing. I was so set to be on the sidelines that I even left my dance shoes in the car.
But a couple of minutes after I arrived at the venue that all changed. There was an advanced dancer from interstate desperately looking for a partner and for some crazy reason I said yes and bolted back to the car for my shoes. It was quite a small competition, only 4 couples in the advanced category, but as you can imagine the other 3 couples would have been dancing together for weeks, more likely months or even years. They had rehearsed moves, matched costumes, you get the drift. My partner and I had a total of 1.5 dances before we hit the competition floor.
We danced, it was fun and a couple of people said nice things to me as I left the dance floor. I judged the rest of the levels, did a quick dash home to glam up and pick up S for the ball at which the results would be announced. We had great fun at the ball, there were only 4 people on our table which was set for 6 so the boys each had two entrees, two mains and two desserts. S showed off his renowned ability to vacuum up food once again. And then it was time for the results to be announced.
Somehow, my partner and I came third! Now I know that there were only 4 couples but I'm still completely stoked. Without any kind of planning or preparation, I now have a dance trophy.
If only every day could turn out like that!