You Gotta Keep ‘Em Separated
Good class tonight (technically last night, at this point). Back to accidental private class mode, but instead of the pyrotechnics, we focused on the details. This meant a very, very long barre in which I did something like 24 super-slow grand pliés in first whilst BW rebuilt, cleaned, and polished my port de bras and épaulement and the coordination of the same with the legs (which know their job fairly well). I keep forgetting that the Swiss have precision engineering in their blood.
This resulted in me actually looking like the danseur I aspire to be (at least while doing grand pliés in first). BW’s patience and precision are the perfect foil for my impatience and impetuousity. He is not at all afraid to make me do the same thing a million times until I really, really get it.
At one point, he said, “You’ve already got more of this than a lot of people. You’ll notice it when you watch people dance.” That’s quite high praise coming from him, and so indicative of something fundamental about him: he never gloats about his own precision and technical prowess; he seems to be frustrated that not everyone has it. But I love him for that, and for taking the time to impart precision and sound technique upon me.
After, we carried that lesson into a deceptively-tricky rond de jambe (relevé lent devant [“Higher!”] with arm in 2nd, allongé as you tendu, arabesque with arm in 2nd, tendu allongé, 4 ronds without port de bras, allongé, cambré into the barre and down the front, tendu allongé, reverse, cambré in and down the back, tendu plié allongé passé balance, sus-sous, allongé, detourné, second side—not complicated, but he wanted it absolutely precise), a lethally-slow fondue with synchronized port, and even the grand battement.
Amidst all these allongé, I discovered that the bones in my left shoulder are clicking. Later I mentioned it to D. Turns out I’ve separated my left shoulder somehow—mildly, but it also explains the ache in the morning.
I may, for all that, have actually done this to myself in my sleep. It could have happened at literally any point. As such, I’ll be working on shoulder stability (read: pumping up the delts, evidently) going forward. My wonky connective tissue probably played a part in this development, and the answer is always “strength training.”
The right shoulder only grinds when I do certain kinds of push-ups, these days, so I’m sure the left will sort itself out. Curiously, I haven’t noticed the left shoulder grinding during push-ups, so it might not even take much to correct it.
Posted on 2017/11/17, in balllet, class notes, healing, health, ID-10T errors, injuries and tagged precision is everything, stupid shoulders, Swiss engineering. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
You might want to try doing a bunch of band pull-aparts or similar stretches. I’ve started doing them and also sets of pull-ups between pressing exercises, and my shoulders are much happier
Yeah, I definitely need to get on that. Also partner stretches—the range of motion in my shoulders makes it hard for me to actually stretch parts of them, but D can stretch them for me.
Also, I like the combination a lot.
Me, too! Ben puts together really nice combinations, I think. The waltz last night was just balancé x2, waltz turn x2, piqué arabesque, failli (windmill the arms through), brush à la seconde, renversé, pas deep bourré en tournant, but with so much attention to the details.
For some reason I keep turning the renversé into a double attitude turn at first. It was weird.