Oh to dream...

As age has crept up on me I have at times come to the sad realization that certain dreams may never be realized.  These dreams are primarily based on professional athletic careers and it is a sad day when I consider that I am approaching an age where I could be a parent to some in the rookie class of certain sports.  I remember looking at guys my age who were out to prove something in the annual Thanksgiving Turkey Bowl and poking fun at them for trying to live the dream or at least keep it alive.  Now days I go out with nothing left to prove.  I am past my prime and can accept that I will never be a member of the 49ers.  Who am I kidding, there is still a chance, the Raiders might pick me up.  They tend to make crazy and desperate personnel decisions.  Do we ever really give up on the dream?  I mean there is still a chance some scout is going to be passing by when I make a stellar move on the football field that will stop him dead in his tracks.  Oh to dream.  It is wonderful isn't it? 

Tonight was a first for me.  I am not at home and am unable to use the elliptical for my usual workout.  Without kids to worry about I decided it was time to put on my dancing shoes and give this Zumba thing a try.  I have joked around with Dani long enough about attending her class so tonight it was time to start livin the dream.  Dave was there along with Amy and Ma.  It was a riot to say the least.  I was a total Zumba tard.  No mad skills on the Zumba dance floor.  Actually, I did okay but had no idea what was coming next and just when I thought I might have something working the step would change and I would be lost once again.  No matter, I just did what I always do on the dance floor and simply imitated the other dancers.  I guess that is what you do in these things anyway - follow the instructor. 

A few things were realized - things that have put a damper on my dream of creating, starring in and winning ABC's next smash hit - Dancing with Overweight, Unknown White Guys.  You know it is destined to take off.  So yes, my list of realizations.

1.  I was not built to move my hips that way.  Really, it is pretty incredible.  Whatever the trick is to popping hips like that - I don't know it. 

2.  It's called timing for a reason.  Need I say more?  Always a step behind isn't going to cut it on DWOUWG.  Well, shoot, maybe it will. 

3.  Footwork is more then a leisurely side to side step.  I like the side to side - it's comfy.  Throw in a little head bop now and then and you've got a little magic happening.  Ahhh, but the judges will be looking for more.  A little pep in the step.  Can I get there?  Is there really hope?

4.  Upper Body People - Upper Body!  What do you mean you have to do stuff with your arms in dancing?  That is just crazy.

5.  Acting - if you are not allowed to keep a big goofy smile on your face while performing a dance because you have to be in character I'm screwed - unless of course all my characters happen to be some chunky guy with a big goofy smile on his face.  Perhaps there is hope after all.

6.  I could be a star at the next singles dance!  If I nail down some of these dance move I could pretty much own the floor at the next singles dance.  The 60 to 80 year old ladies will be in a trance.  Dream big Johnny, dream big.

Seriously, it was a good time.  I had a lot of fun.  Yes there probably was a big goofy smile on my face.  It took me back to the days of weekly young singles dances in Vegas.  Those were some good times.  Really, I enjoy dancing, I am not so hot at it but have a good time out there. 

Might I put in a plug for the Dani Fontano and The Power House in Cedar City, Utah.  Also, join the movement and help me make Dancing with Overweight, Unknown White Guys a reality.  You know you want to see that on TV.