You'll have to excuse me I'm not at my best....

I feel like issuing a challenge.

~I suggest you take a moment to do some stretches and hydrate because, in order to complete this particular challenge, you will be required to endure an enormous amount of strenuous physical activity and I don't want anyone to get seriously hurt.

Don't say I didn't warn you ~

Ok...so, lately, for whatever reason, a certain song has been receiving lots of radio airtime and every time this certain song comes on, I am whisked back 20 years to a much simpler time when I spent the occasional evening, here and there, every now and then, jumping around "dancing" at university pubs and hometown bars.

And, lately, as the radio blasts the song, I can't help but smile as my mind drifts through misty memories of fun times spent with friends and my heart squeezes with the bittersweet nostalgia of a youth long past and then, when the song is about halfway through, my calves seize up and my smile turns to a grimace as my lungs gasp for breath ....

I shake my head and chuckle as I remind my body that I'm driving around in a Volvo in 2013 and NOT collapsing from exhaustion on a dance floor in 1993.

The song that evokes such fond hazy memories and such visceral muscle memories is a little ditty called "Home for a Rest" by the great Canadian band, Spirit of the West ...

....and it is excellent.  

It is happy and bouncy and super fun...

 ...and it is lethal.

...and excellent.

I, personally, have fallen prey to its Celtic-flavoured charm more times than I can count ...or, for that matter, more times than I can remember.

I have also stood by and watched as this seemingly-innocent tune cut down gangs of young men in their prime... bringing those foolhardy lads to their knees, leaving them clutching their chests as they crawled back to the bar to buy another beer and breathlessly swear to each other that they'll never do that again.

As recently as this past summer, I was at a wedding and as soon as this song came on, droves of drunken guests (present company included) WOOHOO'd their way to the dancefloor as its first few lilting notes drifted sweetly from the speakers. 

But, I think I have this song's number.

I've got it licked.

 I have a special "Home for a Rest Dance Strategy" that I have developed over the past two decades.

You see... I am older AND wiser.

...or at least I kinda think I am.

Actually, even as I type that, I realize that I'm not entirely positive that I did beat the song...

I know I did, in fact, implement this carefully constructed dance plan, but I can't quite remember if I actually managed to stay on the dancefloor for the whole song before I hit the bar in order to grab another Vodka & Cran to help nurse my aching body/soul...

OR...

... if I cut out part way through the song to hit the bar in order to grab another Vodka & Cran to help nurse my aching body/soul.

hmmm

Anyway...

Doesn't matter.

What matters is the fact that THIS is my challenge to you, my Beloved Readers...

I challenge YOU to dance through "Home for a Rest" in its ENTIRETY...without cutting out part way through in order to grab a Vodka & Cran to help you nurse your aching body/soul.

I'm serious.

Hit Play and start dancing and don't stop until the song is over...

I DARE YOU!!

...and don't sissy dance...I want you to DANCE dance.

I want you to dance like you're at a wedding and it's 11:10 pm and there's an open bar that you have been putting to good use and I want you to dance to the whole song.

The.

Whole.

F&$KING.

Song.

Do it.

NOW. (you don't have to dance through the Kashi commercial at the beginning of the video)

Lemme know how you do.




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p.s. I'm thinking of suggesting "Dancing to 'Home for a Rest'...the Whole F&$king Song" as a replacement for wrestling in the 2020 Olympics....Your thoughts??

p.p.s OR...at the very least, I may run it by the ol Erstwhile Husband and see if he can get it incorporated into any of the Spartan obstacle races. ...I'm thinking this is prime Death Race challenge material...Death Racers could dance to the whole f*$king song with a 75 lb log strapped to their backs. Oh yeah.

p.p.p.s. I'm not sure what's happening with the colour and font size of this post...I've done nothing  out of the ordinary...hmmmmmm.