Dancing for a better life with Comic Relief
Around this time last year I donned a red onesie, a top hat and a moustache and I walked around London in the cold, wind and rain for over 8 hours to raise money for Sport Relief via Team Honk. The weather was miserable and my body ached with the effort, but it was so worth it when we saw that our team had raised over £3,000 for the sports version of Comic Relief.
Fast forward to this year and it seems that my brain and muscles have forgotten the agony as I’ve (foolishly?) signed up for Comic Relief again.
Last year it was walking in London. I can walk. I can walk in London. I do it lots. (Albeit not a full day’s worth in general.) However this year is right out of my comfort zone. This year is just craziness.
I have signed up for….I’m not sure I can even type it as I still can’t believe I’m doing this. A 6 hour danceathon at Wembley, that will be filmed!!!
For those of you who’ve seen me dance it’s time to stop laughing now. It’s for charity! If you haven’t seen me dance, I’ll give you two pieces of information:
- Our secondary school dance teacher once told me I danced like an elephant, not bad for someone of my build.
- Remember that scene in Dirty Dancing where Baby says she can’t even do the Merengue? That’s me but multiplied by a zillion.
Here is proof that I can’t dance:
I have no rhythm or coordination. Which is great because the teacher, music, style and moves are going to change every half hour in my 6 hour ordeal. Yay!
Oh and did I mention it’s going to be filmed and will be on TV? So I can’t even do it in the privacy of my own home, like when I do my Zumba DVD (I’m sure our cats laugh at me while I do it).
So why on earth am I putting myself through pain and public humiliation? Because if it makes people dig deep to sponsor me through Comic Relief, and improve people’s lives then it’ll all be worth it.
Did you know that by sponsoring me just £1 you could provide a hot meal for a child in the UK living in extreme poverty? And that’s all I’m asking for – £1. A quid. 100 pence. If everyone who reads this blog post sponsors me £1 that’s an awful lot of better lives out there, and you get to walk around with a smile on your face all day, knowing you did something kind and generous for someone else. Doesn’t sound like much to pay for the warm, fuzzy feelings, does it?
Of course if you want to sponsor me more for my craziness, don’t let me stop you!
You can sponsor me by clicking on the link below:
Comic Relief is all about “A just world free from poverty”, and its thousands of projects support people of all ages in the UK and across the world, helping them to have a better life, whether through a hot meal or through education. That’s got to be worth a quid, hasn’t it?
Also if you’d like to join in the Danceathon, I believe there are still some spaces, but you’ll have to be quick! You can sign up here.
Thank you all in advance for any sponsorship money you can manage – 8 year old L even managed to part with a week’s pocket money, when I explained what it was about – every penny really does count.
Now where’s that Zumba DVD gone? I’ve got some practising to do…
(Featured image is my dad and (then) 6 year old L dancing at my brother’s wedding)