To think I thought morris dancing would be a gentle sort of exercise! My legs are still wobbly on Sunday evening, after dancing on Friday night.
But I had a great time! I learned single stepping and how to wave my hanky. And I learned the choruses of two dances and a figure from each one. Also I got to use the sticks and hit other people’s sticks, and swagger around with one on my shoulder.
It’s amazing the difference the music made! Without it I had a terrible time remembering which arm went with which leg. With it, everything seemed natural. But I am so unfit. I had to keep stopping and sitting out while I got my breath back. One more reason to keep on with the treadmill in between. I also had no idea that I would come back and find the muscles in my calves, thighs, across my ribs and down my arms aching. It’s more of a full body thing than I thought.
Altogether I’m very enthused and definitely going back. And now I’m wondering what colour I want my waistcoat to be 🙂
As for the positively medieval part of the post, I have to recommend this blog
because my life was not complete without ambulatory genetalia. I particularly like the one on stilts, and the girl power one with the crowned vagina being carried on high by three phalluses. I swear that one in the hat is wearing roller skates, though.