Dweeb to Dancer

In just a while, I will turn the channel on the TV over to ABC to watch the season premier of Dancing With the Stars. While I had heard of the show, I failed to watch the first couple of seasons assuming that dancing would be of no interest to me. I don't recall why I finally tuned in to the program. I only know that when I did give it a chance, I was roped in. To see those that have had no previous dance experience (for the most part) attempt to rise to the level of professionals is not only humorous at times but riveting. When speaking of sports or athletes, most of us would mention things like baseball, basketball, boxing, Tiger Woods, Eli Manning, Albert Pujols and the list goes on. I can't say that I've ever heard anyone spout off the names Cheryl Burke, Derek Hough or any other ballroom dancer when talking about sports. Until watching the program, I never in a million years would have thought dancing could be so physically demanding. I've been a fan of the show now for several years & each time I watch, I see the endurance that the dancers must have as well as the strength required for the dances. Truly, dancing is not for wimps or sissies. Hysterical it has been to watch big ole' boys like Warren Sapp step on to the dance floor & admit that dancing ain't easy....it's hard work. I don't need to tell anyone that I've no coordination--we all know that. I've no rhythm. I can't dance. Yet, each time I watch the show, there's a piece deep inside of me that longs to be able to glide across the floor doing the Vienesse Waltz, rage with the bull in the Paso Doble or trot smoothly doing the Foxtrot. In all reality, I know such will never happen. I'm simply far too clumsy to even try to dance. Yet, I can dream. I never went to a school dance & that's fine with me. I've never gotten up to dance at a wedding reception & I even managed to talk my best friend out of having a bridal party dance at her wedding because I (her Maid of Honor) did not want to have to dance. I am not the girl that longs to be held in the arms of my loved one for a first dance (or any dance) at my wedding reception (should I ever marry) & I can only hope that if the Lord blesses me with a mate, that gentleman will not want to dance before a roomful of people. Perhaps, one day, we can just jive across the kitchen together. Anyway...here's to another season of dancing hopefuls. I'll soon make my prediction as to who I think will take home the infamous Mirror Ball Trophy at the end of the competition.