Danseur Ignoble: Weaksauce
We failed to eat dinner tonight (long story involving the complications of filling ADHD prescription), and my blood sugar tanked somewhere in the middle of barre. I held it together almost to the end of class, but my chaînes weren’t great.
I should know myself well enough by now to prevent this from happening: energy bar in the dance bag; juice if a real crisis occurs. Failing to plan is planning to fail.
Figured out I’ve been cheating during barre stretch: not doing anything wrong, just not working the rotation and flexibility as hard as I can. So I worked on that.
I am definitely not a Squid anymore. The arms are Doing Their Thing.
Now, if the brain will just follow suit…