Depending on which sources you pay attention to, either this Monday just gone or the one before it was Blue Monday, ie the gloomiest day of the year. Basically it’s the last Monday before January payday (it’s been six weeks since my last payday with Christmas in between, eek!) with the realisation that the cold, dark days aren’t going away any time soon.
Everyone feels low once in a while, and the lower you get, the more difficult it can be to get out of (Sidenote: if you feel numb, isolated, having difficulty eating or sleeping, losing concentration, and it’s more than a passing low mood, take a look at the Mind website and reach out to them for support). I had a touch of the post-Christmas blues and started to feel like everything I had to look forward to was really far away – like, will I ever not be a student?! – but as soon as the Reon Rise & Rave* was in my diary I was pumped for it. The thought of trying out something completely new and arriving at a rave at 6:30am excited and scared me in equal parts, but the promise of sunrise yoga, high-energy dancing and a nutritious breakfast sold the whole sober rave concept to me.
Admittedly, without the complete dark of a club and the confidence-boosting alcohol that comes with it, it was difficult to get up onto the dancefloor. Clubbercise was absolutely rocking it though and it looked too fun not to join in, so Emma, Lizzy and I were among the first to get our groove on with our glowsticks. I’ve never done Clubbercise before and the class was great fun – it did strike me that I’m a pretty terrible dancer though, something I’d never realised before, potentially because you’re a lot less self-conscious when you’ve had a shandy or two. Being mindful of what I was doing made me enjoy it more though and aware of what I need to work on (um, other than ALL of my dance moves) so I’d love to go to Clubbercise again.
Just as we were grabbing our coats to head off to work the dancefloor was filling up with Clubbercisers, who had potentially taken advantage of the Reon caffeine strips that were being passed around. I’ll be giving mine to some of the guys at university who seem to take pleasure in staying up working the whole night before an essay is due in, so hopefully it will give them the energy to excel in their Masters!
It was a strange feeling, going into a tent in the dark then emerging, blinking into the light – that used to be every Saturday morning for me, though this time I was just high on Soulmatefood green juice and chia seed pudding. There was no hangover and I was able to go about my day with a spring in my step, smug in the knowledge that I’d had my fix of dance-related endorphins before most had even had their breakfast.