Tonight, Claire sorted my fourth position (which was too wide), silenced my too-noisy pique, and gave us all a number of general corrections about keeping our weight moving forward and upward.

This latter point makes adagio both easier and prettier.  Emphasis on easier.   Much less “construction crane,” much more “graceful swan.”  Or, you know, fairly graceful turkey.

We did some nice choreography, lovely little jumps, and then I pulled the &#@! out of my right gastrocnemius soleus (thanks, Denis!) doing a petit allegro combination across the floor — pulled it so hard I couldn’t jump on that leg for the remaining five minutes of class (I was able to do pique turns using the right as the supporting leg, but not the left).

Brienne was in class tonight and showed me how to roll it out on a lacrosse ball.  I think that, some naproxen, and a little RICE should sort it.

So there you have it.   Your Humble Ballet Squid has finally succeeded in injuring himself during class, but not so badly he won’t be back in action this weekend.

In other news, Paul Taylor on Friday!   Wooooohoooooo!