.5lb loss. 40.5lb in total, 8lb in 2015.
Over the last few weeks I’ve spent time revisiting old movies from the 80’s. Last Thursday I treated myself to one of my favourite films of all time. Sadly, it’s a very predictable film for a girl born in the 70s and hitting puberty around the time of the films release in 1987. ‘Dirty Dancing’ was a cult film, and I loved it enough to wear out my first copy.
In the end, my step sister Rachel and I use to fast forward through the boring bits to when the film really started to become interesting (we obviously knew the film well enough to dispense with the story build up).
Interestingly, we both concurred on point to fast forward to exactly. The scene where Baby and Johnny start their dance practice together. “It’s a feeling, it’s a heartbeat”, as the beat of ‘Hungry Eyes’ kicked in.
I remember Rachel and I yearning to look as fit (ie thin!) as Jennifer Grey and Cynthia Rhodes as they danced together in the scene. And yes, they were pretty people in the movie and yes, I did join in with the yearning, but that’s not what really captivated me.
The reason I loved that scene was the opening bars of the music as the drum beat kicked in and the rhythm of the dancers as they moved to it. Not only did it make me want to move to it, it was the first time I really started to understand about the emotional power of music. I realised then music was something I would never want to live without.
Even now in 2015, listening to those opening bars of Hungry Eyes can take me straight back to the house in Station Town and place me directly into the emotional angst of a 14 year old girl in a life that had recently changed beyond recognition. That’s an incredibly powerful action.
(And I can’t even begin to tell you the trauma of trying to get through the Smiths and Depeche Mode stage a couple of years later – unless of course you went through it too and will completely understand. I still can’t listen to ‘How soon is now’ without wanting to smash the van into a wall) 😉
Of course now, as a forty two year old, I am much more control of my emotions (honestly!) and can utilise the manipulative power of music with much more positive results.
In our events company, we ban the runners from listening to headphones. It’s for good reason and I’m not about to justify the decision here, but I do empathasise with those who complain about it. But even worse than that is being at the mercy of someone who has the power to chose the music for you, especially when that music is a key motivational tool.
We’ve giggled a lot in spin lately about some of the music in the attic, and what we’re supposed to do with it.
I love that Laurie hates Robbie Williams and Take That. (I can hear him theatrically sigh every time a song crops up – which seems to happen a lot lately – but before you feel too sorry for him, he’s responsible for the photo above).
I love that Barrie counts in threes instead of twos (and after lecturing him about it the other day I love that I completely missed the count in sending us into paroxysms of laughter).
I love that the starting song of Race Night is Frankie goes to Hollywoods ‘Two Tribes’. <When I worked in the police service, I trained as a level two public order officer. Our job was essentially to manage large crowds and keep the peace at public events like football matches. At each of our six monthly training sessions and at the start of every event briefing they used to play us a video of various public order situations such as the Poll Tax riots. The background music to the video? Two Tribes! It still causes an adrenaline reaction in me to this day, perfect for getting the heart rate up to 85%>
I also love that music combined with exercise provides a much needed cathartic release (although I am embarrased to report I actually started to cry in spin the other day and had to hide under my towel until the sobs had subsided).
Music has so much potential to enhance life and I’m very grateful to it for that.