rance (rɑːns) as it is defined traditionally is a type of red marble, often with white or blue graining, that comes from Belgium. Also apparently from French ranche = rod, pole. All of this is irrelevant to my RANCE. A nickname I have come up with to define my new sport of choice; Run + Dance. I have always been a dancer..not like a naturally good dancer but someone who is comfortable moving to music when the mood shall strike. I have also been a runner..not a dedicated drop everything to run runner. Anyway. With the children and age and a thyroid problem under my belt I have turned to running as it is the easiest thing for me to slide into my schedule. My running motivation comes from my archaic ipod shuffle given to me by my parents that proudly rotates all 90 songs religiously. The thing is I need the music to run and the music moves me. Now I don't recommend trying this at home but doing a body roll running full speed down hill is an art and I am quite certain it does not look as sexy as I feel. But lost in a rance no one can see me. Now I am sure there are streaming you tube videos of me out there but I don't care. *Warning, when attempting your first rance never remove your earphones or let the song change take too long for the break of silence will make you fully aware of your precarious situation.
Now in hindsight I imagine somedays I do look like a red marble with grainy bits that comes from another country. Thankfully there have been no poles around to support the French definition. Everybody "rance" now.
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