Today I went to my Sunday congolese drum class and danced after the drumming lesson. Usually I don’t dance because I’m holding down the live drumming for the dancers, being the strongest drummer in the class and there never being enough drumming competency for the energy to be right.
This was a moment in my personal history that I never thought would happen, and it’s all because of the new committed drumming student who’s become as good or better than all of us because she came in really wanting to drum. She searched for 3 years for the right class, found us, and things have really improved ever since.
To my credit, I got out there with my protruding barrel belly, big ass, and sagging ham sized upper arms and shook it as if there was no tomorrow. I put on a stretchy black skirt, tied a magenta purple scarf around my lower 40, and followed the steps I have drummed for thousands of times. I sweated a bit, did not push myself, made mistakes, and am sore in my hip, lower sacrum and leg bones. Shaking and moving 200 lbs is nothing to sneeze at. I’m grateful I can. I aimed for just getting used to moving and remembering the steps, and that was challenging a-plenty.
It was not too long ago that I got a rack for my conga and started playing standing up and could barely do it. I used to get tired and would have to sit down, felt like I could tip over with the rack and drum. I have stuff in my inner body deep in the lower pelvis that is trying to get stronger and complaining a bit. I’m not really sure what’s going on down there, but it’s sort of tender and a bit ouchy.
I’m choosing to believe that a bunch of stabilizer ligaments and tendons down there are like slack rubber bands talking to themselves as follows: “Gosh, she wants us to work again-guess we better clear out the cobwebs, lubricate ourselves and wake up.” I’m not very good at bent knee hip rotations congo style, feel like a mack truck trying to do the hula fast. And watching youtube videos of various young womens’ butt cheeks and hips rotating, I’m partially inspired but wary of injuring myself. I think I’m going to listen to my body and ask for guidance on the trail of fitness Perdition.
I figure flexibility and tenderizing all the extra flesh is the first thing to master before releasing the excess pounds which are there for some subconscious need and reason. My way of addressing that is going to be meditation, prayer and affirmation, otherwise, whatever need the weight is fulfilling will continue to exert it’s powerful influence over my health and well being no matter what else I do on the literal physical plane. Meanwhile, I’m willing to experience feeling good from the increased adrenaline and some joy in just dancing. I’m happy I can at this juncture.