Forget the nerves and sore legs, I was part of history
AS Jean Butler gave me a high-five and said, "Wow, you go girl" in her soft American twang, I knew it had been worthwhile.
I carried out our interview with the small amount of oxygen that I had left in my lungs and, as soon as she had turned around, I almost collapsed.
Being the most and unco-ordinated person in the world, physical pastimes such as dancing and sport were never an option.
As I passed the dancers along the quays, looking languid and graceful as they stretched, it slowly dawned on me that I was not physically able for this – and could possibly ruin this record attempt.
The rules stipulated that dancers had to be within one square metre of each other and continue for the full five minutes. I quickly grabbed two girls, and got them to teach me the 'hop two threes'. "Don't worry, this is so basic, anyone can do it," the young girl stressed to me.
She was soon forced to backtrack when she looked at me hopelessly tripping around my feet.
However, the two girls took me under their wing and gave me kind, unwarranted words of encouragement during the excruciating five minutes. But as that haunting music started up, all feelings of dread disappeared, to be replaced by goosebumps. I was part of history.
I even found myself smiling as Padraic Moyles and Jean Butler ran by shouting words of encouragement to us. As sore as my legs may be today, it was 100pc worth it.