So this summer I was feeling fed the heck up with my dumb, diseased body. “Screw you, arthritis!! I am going to do whatever I want, whenever I want! I don’t have to listen to anything you say!” So I signed myself right on up for an adult tap class at the studio where my daughter dances. It wasn’t like I had never tapped before, I did when I was younger, but it had been a minute. Still I was like, “Yup, I’ve got this!” So I borrowed a pair of tap shoes from a friend, put on some leggings, and showed up.
Now I am not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that i was the youngest person in class by 25-30 years. Silly me, this actually increased my confidence that I was going to kick this class’s butt. Before I knew it an hour had gone by and I was drenched in sweat, it was pouring down my face and back. I had to hobble out of that joint when class was over. Those amazing older ladies were literally dancing circles around me. I was in awe. But it also made me realize that unfortunately I do have to listen to my body and, no, I can’t just do whatever I want. *sigh*
I would guess it took me 3-4 days to recover. My joints (which already hate me and are out to destroy themselves) hated me even more. I could barely move let alone walk. And it really pissed me off if I am 100% honest here. I’m 35, I should be able to handle an hour long dance class once a week. So many people have said to me, “You know, you would probably feel better if you would do some sort of activity and get moving.” Gee, thanks. I never considered that. *eye roll* Trust me, I want nothing more than to be able to be active. I didn’t ever consider the fact that I would end up with a degenerative disabling disease, but here I am.
The less active I am, the more I hurt. The more active I am, the more I hurt. I don’t know how else to explain it. I have recently started on a new medication and I am hoping it makes me feel better. I’ll be out there like Ginger Rogers in no time.