Different kind of dancing

On Thursday I found myself in a tall building in San Francisco when an announcement came over the loudspeakers: everyone please go down four floors. Yes, I had my walker. Fortunately the stairs were wide, but there were two flights for every floor. People offered to carry my walker for me, but I steadfastly hung onto it. Until I got down four floors and was told I needed to go down three more. I made it down just fine, though I went slowly. The guy carrying my walker wasn't there when I got to the third (seventh!) floor down, but he did find me. (That's why I didn't want anyone else to carry it.) I made it, and I'm sure it was good for me. I'm always pleased that I could do it, and could probably (sans walker) make it all the way to the ground floor. Good to know.

In related news, I'm a big fan of Matt Harding of the "Where the Hell is Matt?" dancing videos. He has a Kickstarter going to make a new video, and I'm a backer so I was invited to be in one of the spots in the video (along with a ton of other people). And I'm not going. One reason is I really can't stand up for very long, much less dance even at the level of a Matt video. Also, I'm fat. So my self image just won't let me be the fat lady with the walker who can barely move. I still don't think of myself as that person.

I think I need to climb down fourteen flights of stairs more often.