Diary of a home bird
SO January is over, thank God. Considering I’ve more of a rubber elbow than an ’80s Action Man toy, I’m quite pleased I only broke my ‘Dry January’ alcohol abstinence twice … okay three times.
The healthy way of living is slowly creaking to a halt though, I can feel it. Late night rehearsals for Ballinrobe Musical Society’s show ‘The Addams Family’ means the diet hasn’t been ‘clean’ by any means. Carbs and sugar are being consumed in large quantities to literally keep the show on the road.
As for the gym, well, I’m using dance rehearsals to fill that void as I press snooze on my 6.30am alarm these days. But hey, because I’ve been blessed with two left feet my extra rehearsing time surely should be making up for early morning exercise, shouldn’t it?
We’ve been learning and rehearsing our dance moves since way back in November for next week’s show, and our choreographer Aoife, who is blessed with the patience of a saint, has been painstakingly going over old ground for the slow learners, i.e. me.
It got to a stage post-Christmas that rather than wasting Aoife’s time helping me put one foot in front of the other, in time and to the rhythm of music, I once again enlisted the help of my dear friend Colette.
Even knowing how bad I and one or two others are with coordinating our limbs, Colette still agreed to the lessons.
And so a few weeks ago, we could be found prancing around my neighbour’s kitchen for two hours hoping the rest of the neighbourhood couldn’t see us. For clarification, we didn’t just randomly pop into my neighbour’s house to use his kitchen as our personal dance studio, he too is in the musical and suffers from the same ‘two left feet’ ailment as I.
When one thinks of dance routines and rehearsals, one might think of slick moves from a pop video. No, no, not us. Picture three grown adults parading around a kitchen of a Sunday afternoon pretending to be zombies – dancing zombies no less. To make it worse, two out of three of us were very bad dancing zombies.
After two hours of hard graft adhering to dance terms like ‘cleaning the counters’ (that’s reference for doing the ‘twist’ by the way), we thought we had it. Strolling into ‘official dance practice’ afterwards, the morale was high … and then the music started.
I might as well have been watching reruns of The Jeremy Kyle Show for the previous two hours. Any toes that could have been stepped on were. (If you come to the show and see a ‘dead flight attendant’ with bad timing and nobody around her, that will be me. People just value their toes I guess.)
With eight shows to do in seven days, the diet is set for more setbacks, with alcohol poised to join the heady mix of carbs and sugar.
If that wasn’t bad enough, I’ve once again agreed to take part in this year’s Great Lakes Running Series. The series kicks off with an 8k event in Tourmakeady on February 20. If I make it over the finish line, I’ll be hightailing it to the makeup department for the finale of ‘The Addams Family’. Surely all that running and racing will burn the few illicit calories?
In her fortnightly Diary of a Home Bird column, Ciara Galvin reveals the trials and tribulations of a twenty-something year old trying to get used to living away from her parents.