Shame

I really am a glutton for punishment, especially the cruel and unusual kind.
As if the shame of getting almost daily reminders that I still have a lot to learn about journalism were not enough, I just got myself talked into dancing.
As in the shake-your-booty-throw-your-hands-in-air-like wave-it-like-you-just-don't-care variety. In front of people. Lots of people.
This is a huge problem for me because:
A) My dancing skills are probably just one notch higher than William Hung's in singing. Name any cliche about bad dancers and all of them would probably fit me and then some.
Heck! I am so bad at dancing that I can't get it right even when just writing about it! (I think "throw you hands in the air" is more apt for getting people pumped up during a concert.)
My moves are limited to what Hitch considers permissible: Step from side to side, while bobbing you head and clapping your hands occasionally with a few finger snaps in between for variety.
The other ones I have, I prefer to keep between myself and a mirror.
Next, I am a terrible in front of a crowd. If the thought of having to deliver a speech is enough to make my knees buckle, imagine what would happen if I have to dance. I'm leaning towards throwing-up, hopefully before or after the performance.
But no use complaining. I did commit to it already. I just have to grit my teeth and hope it gets over quickly.
In any case, at least I can cross this out from my "Do Not Do" list. It's right at top, between "go streaking" and "taunt a large angry dog."