So. Last week I found out what The Dance will be.
And boy, am I in for a world of trouble. No, I am not telling. But I am saying that it is challenging to say the least, and not at all what I expected. I had half-thought they would chalk me up as the Florence Henderson of the group and send me out on a slow walk around the room trailing a mink…but noooooooooooo, no one is getting off that easily.
On top of that, I came down with a bad cold and then bronchitis over the weekend so I had to cancel both personal training and dance classes for a week. This did not go over well with Fotis the Terrible who took to sending me TRAINING CANCELLATION emails in all caps. But it is James, the mad dashing dance instructor, who really doesn’t get it. “You’ll just have to do a double on Friday,” he said, like I’d be up for anything more strenuous than chicken soup by Friday. Then I remember he is 12 and has probably not had anything since the measles when he was a baby. “I’ll try,” I say out loud, and sigh.
It’s going to be a tough six weeks.
Which brings up the other thing: it’s time to ramp up my fund-raising. Many of my friends and colleagues have already pitched in and I am eternally grateful. But I am still looking for a group or an individual to sponsor my dance, which costs $2,000. And I am seeking any other donations. If you sponsor my dance, you get to introduce your company and me—you have the floor. Given the nature of this audience, I’d say it’s a win-win. So don’t make me be an orphan dancer! Sponsor me and let’s take it on!
For more information on this and other opportunities, please go to ballroombattle.com and donate to me.
I know the other contestants are raking in the cash, and I’d like this little underdog to give them a run for their money. And raise good money for a very good cause in the process.
See you next week when I am back on the dance floor, and in the clutches of Fotis the Terrible for more work-outs.
The home stretch begins now.