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Hey Guys,
Tuesdays are usually when I out fingers to keyboard and attempt to string together a lucid article.
I decided to drink wine with my partner instead (it has been a long day at the office).
Rather than copping out I forced her to partake in a video where she lets loose on what really cheeses her off on the dance floor.
Shady, Sassy and Sensational here it is on the brand spanking – and a little sparse – youTube channel.
Shimmy on Salsabros,
Clint

Learning More Than Moves

Anyone who has spoken to me after a couple drinks can probably attest that I’m a casual reader of philosophy and I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to tie my two passions together.

The more I study and practice, the more benefits I see. It is my belief that the lessons learnt on the dance floor can be taken outside and into your everyday life – like some flamboyant Kung-Fu.

Timing is everything

Every step and movement is either in time or its not. You could argue that the only difference between random free movement (like some Qigong practices) and a dance is whether or not its in time with the music.

Sometimes its not just about meeting the right kind of people in life, but its meeting them at the right time to. If you can follow the beats and crescendos of modern life and take time to pause during the breaks, you’ll be in-sync like a nicely choreographed boy band.

If you don’t listen, or make the effort to keep up / slow down accordingly, then you’re not only ruining your own performance but making it difficult for people around you too.

We’re on a Road to Nowhere

What if, instead, life didn’t resemble a journey at all, but was instead more akin to a work of art; a piece of music, a dance, a play? – Allan Watts

Watts makes a good argument, using music as an allegory for our lifes, that our lives are not a race from the cradle to the grave. Your FaceSnap feed would have you believe different, and so would your peers. There’s so much pressure to get up, buy the things, make the family and post the pics and get it all done in time to retire to a life of TV and Scrabble.

In music one doesn’t make the end of a composition the point of the composition.  If that were so the best conductors would be those who played fastest, and there would be composers who wrote only finales. People would go to concerts just to hear one crashing chord; because that’s the end! – Allan Watts

Its still tempting, however, to complain if the musics too slow or maybe its too fast so you can’t steam through you’re greatest and latest routines you’ve just learned?

Everyone enters the venue through one door, and we all leave at the end of the night through the same door. Its what we make of each dance, song and night that makes it all worthwhile.

This is another valuable outlook to chew on next time you’re sipping a mojito at the bar, or stick in a traffic jam the next morning.

You’re Only as Good as the people you surrounded yourself with

In partnered dancing, we’re only as technical as our partner is and only look as good as they make us look.

Likewise I trust the DJ to play the right music, and the venue to supply some subtle mood lighting and not light us up like those bodies in the morgue on Law & Order.

Its one thing to put the effort into your role, but you can’t control everything. So its healthy to just accept that things are as good as things are going to get, and everyone is trying their best.

We really are just a tiny insignificant player as part of a much larger team.

I really, really, would like someone to prove me wrong and create a One Man show of Dance, Music and Lighting.

Maybe you agree, maybe you don’t.

See you on the dance floor!

Dance Yourself Thin. Ditch the Gym and Drink the Gin

Staying fit has always been a priority for me.

Well… more of a goal. A destination I’m heading towards on this rickety wagon I keep falling out of.

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First it was a reaction to ridicule from my classmates at college, then it became necessity as part of my short military career.

Now my fitness regime is just a knee-jerk response to my expanding waistline which has been growing ever since I started sitting down for a living.

I love dancing, and I love drinking. I’ve been doing the former consistently for almost a year now, the latter I always manage to find time to purse as well.

So what if this proverbial wagon could be made into some kind of booze stocked disco bus?

I don’t claim to be any kind of nutritional expert, scientist or even a very responsible adult.

Crunching the numbers, however, I think there’s some solid math behind this rambling fever dream.

Having plumbed the depths of my tactical background, I realized the first port of call before undertaking any daring operation is to build some solid situational awareness using some solid intel.

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According to Oprah Winfrey’s website, Salsa Dancing burns an average of 393 calories an hour.

My FitBit confirms a similar amount burned. I started at 7.30pm, and turned in at 11pm.

A pint of lager is, on average, 180 calories.

So 25 minutes of shimmying would burn that off. Fantastic! Reward yourself with another refreshing pint of lager!

A cheeky Gin & Tonic, that averages around 120 calories, you could burn off in under 20 minutes at this rate!

So I guess if you want something to take away from this, as long as you don’t drink more than three drinks an hour then you’re getting skinnier.

Happy Days!