Saturday Class: Progress is Relative
I can’t say that I was at my best this morning, but I can’t say that I was at my worst, either.
Ballet is funny like that. Progress is always relative.
You have not-so-great days, and you have to remind yourself, “Six months ago, I would have thought this was a great class; I would have been really proud of my adagio and really impressed at how well I remembered the combinations.”
So by my current standard, today was, as they say, “Fair to middlin'” — mostly great Barre (though my mental block about flic-flac continues unabated); fairly good adagio (though there was a little too much “making it happen” on the first run); turns … Eh.
Here’s the combo:
Waltz turn and waltz turn
En Dedans (as many as you can, obvs)
… Repeat until you run out of room.
*These could be singles, doubles, triples — whatevs.
Not a hard combination, but pretty, unless you for some reason keep screwing up your turns.
Little jumps would have been better if I hadn’t switched into a totally different combination halfway through and then gotten scrambled trying to get back into the right one.
This is the danger of strong kinesthetic learning abilities! Your body is all like:
“Cool! I remember this from yesterday! :)”
And your brain goes:
“No, that’s not it! :/”
And your body goes:
“But I thought…? :O”
… And so on.
We ran out of time and didn’t do grand allegro, but that’s probably okay. My lungs are still a little verklempt. Slow and steady heals the lungs.
At the end of the day, my technique is about a thousand times better
Anyway, that’s today. We’re off to the Met Live in HD.
À bientôt, mes amis.