Kia ora, when I was thirteen I was taught to dance the waltz, the foxtrot, the Maxina, the Gay Gordons, and I loved it. When the twist came in lvdd that too.
At exercise class at Nga PuraPura we do the exercise routine with our fabulous trainer Ngawira, and then we dance. Which is a loose description of what we actually do. The Zamba and some line -dancing is what we aim for. ‘Let’s boogie,’ says Nga, and off we go.
Some of us pick it up quickly, some of us take longer. Some of us prefer to watch. Some of us suffer from the aftermath of strokes, some of us have other things to contend with, one of us joins in with her walking frame – whatever, we all enjoy it.
It’s our treat for doing the exercises. My balance has improved and I can now stand on one foot without holding on to the chair. I wobble and sometimes have to put the other foot down but the balance is better – I know it. That’s the exercise.
The dancing is the fun part. Whether we’re one of the dancers, whether we’re one of the onlookers, when the final chord is played we all come back to warm down with smiles on our faces. Maybe I should suggest this to members of parliament – do them the world of good that’s for sure. Let’s boogie…
