Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Conquering Fears

"Do something every day that scares you."
--Eleanor Roosevelt.

Ok, I will.

1. Ninja
While it's true I asked for ninja training for Christmas, my Mom took my request for a 2-hour lesson in ninja-turtledom and turned it into a multi-week self-defense camp... with 20 black-clad, middle-aged men who take the art of ninjutsu very seriously. After my first class way out in Bronxville, NY, I was quite sure I'd never go back, as getting dropped to the ground by strange men was not exactly the pizza-eating good time I'd imagined with Michaelangelo, Leonardo, Donatello & Raphael. Once I had little sis along for the ride though, things got more fun and we goofed around at class as much as the Sensai would allow... err, not much, but enough to entertain ourselves. And I'm so good at ninja sword, that Sensai gave me my own. I'll say it, my Sensai is better than Splinter.

2. Trapeze
Ouch, ouch, ouch. I already mentioned the post-trapeze class pain, but I've yet to tell the tale of me shaking from head-to-toe for two hours during the session. Every single time I had to climb the ladder up to the platform I wanted to throw up, even though I really wanted to master the tricks. My body had other ideas and reacted quite rudely to the challenge. Whatev, I still did it. (Video to come, promise!)

3. Thriller
Since I was a kid, I have been petrified of Thriller. I hate scary movies and I think Michael Jackson's infamous music video is the root of all my irrational fears. Back in the 80s when I was a wee lass, I used to run screaming from the room when it would come on MTV. (For those of you born in the 90s and after, MTV used to play music videos.) As you know, RaeRae and I memorialized the King of Pop with a flashmob in Times Square and we had to learn the Thriller moves in order to participate. I made it through about 1/2 of the original video on YouTube before we had to switch to an innocuous instructional dance video & 13 Going On 30.

4. Dentist
On Friday, I'm scheduled for a filling that may turn into a root canal. Due to a few unsettling experiences at my pediatric dentist way back in the day, I am almost as afraid of the dentist as I am of dancing zombies.

5. Singing in Public
Though Agency Idol is a week away, I'm already nauseous. I expect the uncontrollable shaking to begin around Sunday... maybe Monday at rehearsal. I'm considering either faking my death or perhaps licking the floor of the Subway so I get swine flu or something and can't perform. More realistically, I'll freak out for the next 7 days, sing for 2 minutes next Wednesday and be done with it.

Happy now, Eleanor?

2 comments:

Anjaan said...

How cool is that! We're miles away from each other. And we apply for the same job (best job) at the same time. Get to the top 50 at the same time. And want to be Ninjas too....
Read up my new Ninja Blog

Camels & Chocolate said...

Oooh, ninja class! That's something I had never even thought about! Does diving with sharks count for me? =) I also did trapezing for a story, and yow, were my hands cut up for weeks after!