So it's now just over a week since that epic dance last Saturday night. 
And I'm just sitting here reflecting on what happened there. In 
particular, once I started dancing, I underwent a rather radical 
transformation.



First of all, usually when I'm at class, I get about 45 seconds into a 
dance and start to feel really quite tired. (45 seconds may not sound 
like a lot, but as the Beatles pointed out in Yellow Submarine, even 60 
seconds is a surprisingly long time.) By the end of the dance, depending 
on how long it is, I'm really quite breathless.

And yet, on Saturday night I danced and danced and danced and danced and 
danced. The first dance was just as tiring as it always is. But by the 
end of the evening I was dancing multiple tracks back-to-back. I'd go 
fling my partner round the dance floor for 3 minutes (or whatever the 
typical track length is), take her back to her seat, pick a new partner, 
and go dance another one!

And it's not that I was fighting hard to overcome tiredness either. It's 
because I DIDN'T FEEL TIRED. I had no sensation of tiredness at all. 
Indeed, I felt the *opposite* of tired. It was physically difficult to 
stand still. When I got home, in the middle of the night, I was 
_skipping_ down the road to my front door!



Secondly, there was a rather spectacular change in my personallity. As 
one or two of you might be aware, I'm not a confident person. I am a 
shy, quiet person who sits in the corner not speaking to anybody.

I love to dance, but even that said, I am usually the guy dancing right 
at the back of the dance floor so that nobody can see me. And even then, 
only if it's a dance that I'm 100% certain that I know how to do, and 
I'm completely confident in my partner's ability to do the dance too.

I don't know what the hell came over me on Saturday, but I was 
*psyched*. I'm up on the dance floor throwing my partner around, and I 
felt like my dancing was on *fire*! I felt like I could take on the 
entire ****ing WORLD.

AND WIN!!

A couple of times, the dance floor was completely empty, and without a 
shadow of hesitation I dragged Debbie out there to dance with me. 
Debbie, only the best dancer in the entire building. So, no pressure or 
anything then. Much. We're the only dancers on the dance floor, the 
whole place is watching our every move, and I haven't got a care in the 
world. I *want* them to watch us, because I think we're dancing so 
excellently and I want everybody to see.

Five minutes later, the floor is once again empty for a moment, and I 
drag Elaine out there. Little Elaine, who's had, what, a grand total of 
4 dance lessons? She's a total beginner, and bless her, she's still very 
new at this. I know for a fact her dancing will not, cannot, be perfect. 
And yet I'm still happy to dance with her in front of everybody, on an 
empty floor.

Jesus Christ, I wanted Laura and Lucy to come and do Double Trouble with 
me. I was completely serious. And I DON'T EVEN KNOW DOUBLE TROUBLE!!! 
What the hell was I thinking?! O_O (Fortunately, Laura had more sense... 
Man, that would have been one short dance!)



I really don't know what happened to me on Saturday night. But I liked it!

People have suggested that maybe somebody spiked my drink. All I can say 
is, if that was drugs, I'd like some more please! :-O Seriously, *is* 
there a chemical that makes you feel relaxed, happy, confident, excited 
and energetic? I rather doubt it.

Is it normal for exercise to provoke these kinds of reactions??

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