Some would say it is necessary to be humble in victory.
I think those are the same people who never win.
Early last week my dance partner and I decided to enter a competition. We had to choose a song, choreograph some sort of routine to it and commit it to memory before what is now last night. I think we put in less than 8 hours work total.
We are far from pro's at this and certainly have never worked on a showcase type performance before. Our opposition started preparing two months ago.
A final rehearsal this afternoon before the event had the butterflies in a frenzy as we crashed run through after run through. Forgetting moves, muffing the exits of others and basically feeling like we had made a very bad mistake entering. We were so fucked.
Our shared dinner was pushed around the plate and mostly left untouched, much to the amusement of friends who were trying to reassure us we would do fine.
They had not seen what we were going to do.
Our turn to perform came around too soon. The lights felt like a solarium but floor was clear and ours to play on.
We were off and on auto pilot. Two moves in and a weight came off my shoulders. We could do this. We own this floor.
And we did.
It is now 2:30 am and that was nearly five hours ago. I am still pumped.
My dance partner is curled up in bed with her boyfriend and just messaged me.
"Hey Champ. Hot like wasabi baby! Thanks, you rock!!!"
Can't wipe the smile of my dial right now.