No way. Not me. My trick knee is not a product of age, no sir-ee. My crunchy, crackly knee is the result of riding, running, cycling, rock climbing, swimming and most definitely DANCING.
I was (and still am when I have the occasion) a dancing mo-chine. If there is a tune with a beat, honey I am all over it. I embarrass my kids, I amuse other drivers and I think Hombre might possibly be tired of my 21 years of repeated pleas to take dancing lessons with me. I love weddings for many reasons, not the least of which is a dance floor and folks to shimmy with. I'll do The Bird, the chicken dance, the limbo and the hokey-pokey. I'll circle up for the Hora or what ever ethnic flavor is offered. I will square dance, line dance and bump. I have no shame.
In college, my nickname was "Meg Pauken On The Dance Floor." If you remember the '80's, you may know where this came from. My all-time favorite band (after The Talking Heads) - Midnight Star.
And my favorite song? No Parking On The Dance Floor, of course!
I have loaded it onto my iPod so I can listen while I do my knee-strengthening exercises. As my Dad used to say, I may wear out, but I'll never rust out!