It was chilly in the studio last night and I didn’t take class before rehearsal, and I’m regretting it today.

Never mind that BG told us a million times, “Don’t go all out; we don’t need to tonight,” my brain kept being like, Meh, none of the jumps are big. 

Ah, well. I’m surprisingly sore this morning. (I also forgot that the floor in that particular studio is haaaaaard.)

My brain snagged on a tombé-coupé, balloné, sus-sous, repeat sequence: it just didn’t want the sus-sous to be there.

In the video, you can see me thinking, even though I’m way across the studio.

I did get it, though, and we’re up to 2:20 now.