Twenty-six (26)

I'm now sensitive to twinges, pains and glitches in my body in a way that I never was before tango.  The neck, shoulder, back, leg.  Any pain might be the beginning of the end of something that's such a huge part of my life.

And more than any of the above, it's the foot that worries me.  It's a miracle of evolutionary engineering.  The sheer miles I've walked on mine are staggering.  And luckily, so far, staggering I'm not.

But it worries me.  When your sanity depends on good health, hypochondria can become paralysing.

There are twenty-six bones in the human foot.