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Dec. 5th, 2022 10:21 amWell that was a very Morris weekend! Went out as a musician with Coton Morris on Saturday to perform at Mill Road Winter Fair.
Even as a musician it's a physically strenuous day given that you're on your feet from 10.30 til 5 in the cold. The dancers get warmed up by dancing, but the musicians need to be wearing enough clothes for the Arctic. This year I went for three thermal vests, a t-shirt, a wool jumper, wool cardigan and fur coat - which was great for the torso. But the legs only got thermal tights under white trousers and were chilly.
Last year Mill Road Winter Fair was cancelled for Covid reasons, so this year it was absolutely heaving. For the past 15 years of my life, it's been the beginning of Christmas for me. Taking place in the centre of Cambridge, its very multicultural, and there's usually samba bands and a couple of lion dogs, and food stalls from all over the world. Even when I was dancing all day and absolutely exhausted by the end, I've always enjoyed it.
So I'm sad to realize that this year the amount of physical endurance required outweighed the fun - I'm getting older now, and I have fibromyalgia, arthritic knees, and being fatter makes everything more effort - and I found myself bearing it rather than enjoying it. I hate feeling physically disabled, but I'm not sure that there's anything I can do about it.
Then on Sunday I was dancing with Ely & Littleport Riot for March Christmas Fair. A much more low key affair out in the Fens, where we were only on from 11am - 2pm. I did manage to pull my weight and dance at least half of the dances. And I thought that I wasn't as wiped out as Saturday, but by the time I got home I had to sleep on the sofa for the rest of the evening.
I hate getting old and unfit! It's hard to enjoy dancing when half of my brain is dedicated to monitoring my knees to see if I'm injuring them.
Fortunately there are no signs of fibromyalgia flare-up today, so I seem to have gotten away with it, but I find myself contemplating dieting again, as though that would solve all my problems. (I don't think it really would. I just wish there was something I could do.)
Even as a musician it's a physically strenuous day given that you're on your feet from 10.30 til 5 in the cold. The dancers get warmed up by dancing, but the musicians need to be wearing enough clothes for the Arctic. This year I went for three thermal vests, a t-shirt, a wool jumper, wool cardigan and fur coat - which was great for the torso. But the legs only got thermal tights under white trousers and were chilly.
Last year Mill Road Winter Fair was cancelled for Covid reasons, so this year it was absolutely heaving. For the past 15 years of my life, it's been the beginning of Christmas for me. Taking place in the centre of Cambridge, its very multicultural, and there's usually samba bands and a couple of lion dogs, and food stalls from all over the world. Even when I was dancing all day and absolutely exhausted by the end, I've always enjoyed it.
So I'm sad to realize that this year the amount of physical endurance required outweighed the fun - I'm getting older now, and I have fibromyalgia, arthritic knees, and being fatter makes everything more effort - and I found myself bearing it rather than enjoying it. I hate feeling physically disabled, but I'm not sure that there's anything I can do about it.
Then on Sunday I was dancing with Ely & Littleport Riot for March Christmas Fair. A much more low key affair out in the Fens, where we were only on from 11am - 2pm. I did manage to pull my weight and dance at least half of the dances. And I thought that I wasn't as wiped out as Saturday, but by the time I got home I had to sleep on the sofa for the rest of the evening.
I hate getting old and unfit! It's hard to enjoy dancing when half of my brain is dedicated to monitoring my knees to see if I'm injuring them.
Fortunately there are no signs of fibromyalgia flare-up today, so I seem to have gotten away with it, but I find myself contemplating dieting again, as though that would solve all my problems. (I don't think it really would. I just wish there was something I could do.)
