So one of my favorite local bands, Rockola, had a gig on Wednesday night, and of course I could not resist going to hear them and dance my ass off.
As I think I've noted previously in this blog, one of the greatest joys of my weight loss adventure is regaining sufficient mobility and endurance to return to some fraction of the dance-floor monster I used to be in my teens and twenties. However, while the mobility and endurance have improved, there's some damage to my joints that have not, so I have to be careful or my dance-floor abandon can come at a painful price. And here I was, just a day after a particularly nasty run-in with the damage to my left knee.
Thus it was with a little trepidation that I headed on over to the club and hit the dance floor. But with a little care--making sure I wore my good supportive dance shoes, choosing to dance on the carpeted area next to the dance floor, rather than on the wood dance floor itself which always grabs my rubber soles putting hazardous torque on the knee joints--I was able to party on down for a goodly part of the evening with no apparent negative repercussions. Even today, two days after, I seem to have escaped reinjuring the knee.
Heh, now that I've typed this, just watch--I may have invoked the Fate Goddess to bitch-slap me for hubris! But ... well ... so far, so good ... I'll keep y'all posted if my knee does decide to go south again, but right now the cartilage crunchies seem to be in remission. And I had fun, and got in a huge slug of exercise too. So--yay!
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