So it turns out that, actually, I hold up fairly well in Advanced class. This wasn’t my greatest ballet day ever, but there was nothing I flatly couldn’t do.
I got another useful correction on my turns: evidently, I’ve been dropping out of passé before competing my turns sometimes. Derp.
So paying attention to that makes my turns prettier and more reliable. It should also make my doubles, etc, much better. I think what I’m doing is anticipating the “landing,” as if the floor isn’t going to be there anymore when I put my working leg back down … to which I can say only, “Hurr de durr.”
I was having one of those mildly dysphoric days: every time I looked in the mirror, I was all like, “Yay! Long, slender, graceful arms and — WTF! I am made from two completely different people :(”
Fortunately, I was on a wall barre, and for some reason my brain chose to more or less accept the rear-wheel drive reality of my body by the time we got to little jumps.
So there you have it. Advanced class did not cause me to burst into flames. I acquitted myself acceptably well. Nobody died.
That said, I must now dash off to buy groceries.
I think I shall enjoy this new routine.