Yesterday, after a conditioning class in which I one again reflected on my gratitude for the grueling classes I take at Suspend and a technique class in which I had less-than-great balances but oh-my-G-d extensions and a fantastic time in terre-a-terre and grand allegro, our men’s class of two nailed down the rest of our first variation.

Mr. J then asked if we’d like to learn something else, and C requested something slower with beats — and so we found ourselves learning Albrecht’s variation (a little simplified, but not terribly so) from Gisele.

I had to mark my way through for the most part, as my right leg was feeling a little strain-y and I didn’t want to risk aggravating it, but I think I’m going to enjoy it immensely. Anything that opens with a lyrical croisée presentation and leaps immediately into cabriole avant is essentially right up my alley.

Also means we get to do a zillion tours en l’air, which I almost never get to do at home since we only very rarely do men’s technique.

So I’m quite excited about that, and it looks like we might perform Albrecht’s variation individually instead of the first one together.

Other exciting developments are taking place at home in my absence, which is lovely, though evidently my cat is extremely confused about my absence and keeps sort of despairingly loafing about, waiting for me to return. Poor kitty!

Anyway, I think I’ll come home from this week a better and more polished dancer than I arrived, which is the whole point.

Tonight I’ll probably keep my leg wrapped just in case, though I’ll see how it feels.