Saturday Class: I Got Nothin’
I made it to class this this morning, and the beginning of barre was reasonable, and the end was a fiery swath of pain. Basically, I didn’t have the resources for the fondu — which is to say, my glycogen stores were hosed, I was getting no air through my nose, my mouth was the Sahara, and my legs screamed NONONONONO basically the whole time. My Arabesque on the second side was laughable, and the penché basically didn’t happen.
Called it a day after have battement, which frankly felt like a piece of cake after the flaming hell of fondu, even though my brain refused to remember the combination correctly, and kept putting its elements in the same wrong order. So instead I tried to focus on GBing to my second instead of behind my shoulder when going à la seconde.
After that I went home. That was my whole day so far.
If I’m still utterly unable to breathe through my nose while exercising on Monday, I’ll check in with my doctor’s office. I mean, it never works well for me, but this is ridiculous.