A Mostly-Good Day 

Sunday class went well today. I seem to have suddenly remembered how to dance, though my grand allegro (of all things!) was iffy. I was, of course, thinking hard about my arms, and the rest of everything was just rather meh, except for the last grand jeté, which felt very nice.

JMH is one heck of a good teacher. I find the pacing of his class very pleasant, likewise the material is about right—stuff I can do and am polishing, generally. Hence the “thinking hard about the arms” part. I am trying to cure myself if this embarrassing wrist-flick that has infiltrated my arm programs. 

I also managed, amongst a field of mostly acceptable turns (not bad, but nothing to write home about), a triple that felt light and stable because:

  1. I didn’t attack it mercilessly until dead. 
  2. I got up over my leg and didn’t let myself tip over backwards. 
  3. I didn’t anticipate my spot. 

I did, however, keep overdoing the chaînes in the same combination. Not doing them badly, just doing too many. Which is a better problem than the previous problem of hating chaînes and struggling with them. 

I stepped out early from the class I’m semi-teaching because my right foot hates modern right now. I dislocated my irritable small toe a while back, and it stayed that way for a month (because dancers, or at last this dancer, can be monumentally stupid: like, “It’s still attached, and I’m still dancing, so it must be fine!”). It’s back in place now but very annoyed with me. 

I hung in there gamely for a while, but even a well-executed safety release makes that foot scream, and we’re performing next week (YASSSSSSS!), so I don’t want to annoy it any more than is necessary. And there will be a metric shed-tonne of necessary the next two weeks. 

That gave me a few minutes to roll my legs, though, and they neeeeded it.  

 After, I did Pilates, finally, and discovered to absolutely nobody’s surprise that, yes, my core needs work. And after that, I had one pint of IPA and found myself surprisingly tipsy. 

Definitely out of practice, there.

About asher

Me in a nutshell: Standard uptight ballet boy. Trapeze junkie. Half-baked choreographer. Budding researcher. Transit cyclist. Terrible homemaker. Neuro-atypical. Fabulous. Married to a very patient man. Bachelor of Science in Psychology (2015). Proto-foodie, but lazy about it. Cat owner ... or, should I say, cat own-ee? ... dog lover. Equestrian.

Posted on 2017/03/05, in balllet, class notes, injuries and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Not doing them badly, just doing too many

    I’m regularly surprised by my ability to screw up by doing too much. I mean, I wouldn’t think I could manage to fit a whole extra RDJ en l’air in the available time, or add unnecessary additional pliés, but it’s a regular problem.

    Maybe that’s what TURNS GIRL!! is doing? Rather than just showing off? Anyway, the detailed confirmation for the ENB workshop just landed and we’re going to be working on something from In the Middle, Somewhat Elevated. #prayforalex

    • My thoughts and prayers are with you!

      Interesting point about turns girl.

      Also funny about the extra RDJ en l’air. I did that every last ding dang darn time during ronds at the barre on Sunday. Technically, it was an acceptable option (1 in 4 counts was the default),but every single time i would think, “Let’s do ONE this time,” and then is automatically do 2.

      I also always do doubles on petit ronds en l’air, but I think that’s just desperation; a kind of misdirected attempt to run away sublimated into compulsive double petit-ronds.

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