The jokes, they keep getting worse! I may have taken three years off ballet, but I didn’t take three years off my COMEDY.
So I’ve been going steadily to class, pushing and sweating and grunting (how unballerina-y of me). My extension is still terrible, but let’s face it. When was it not?
At least in class yesterday my instructor congratulated me on having gained a considerable amount of strength back. Score! Now if I could just make it all the way through barre without having to stop for a quad-breather. “Tch,” my almost 31 year old muscles say, giving me the side eye while shaking their heads. “Look lady, this was easy when we were 26, but you’re just gonna have to give us a MINUTE here, alright?! We will shake violently if we so choose!”
That said, my body is going through what I like to call “second puberty” so other interesting changes are becoming apparent.
Balance? Nailed it. I’m steady as a rock most of the time. Remembering to keep my arm à la seconde stretched out further? Muscle memory, GO! We got that on lock. Which leg of mine is better at flexibility and which is better for standing work? It’s so obvious now that it’s painful. Each one went and got better at what it’s good at and worse at what it’s terrible at.
And turning. Interestingly, I am better at turning than I was for the majority of my time training before. My pirouettes aren’t as absolutely craptacular as they were before. And chaînés?! Just whoa. I never ever was able to do it well, but now I’m all spotting and using my arms like a pro. They’re still sloppy since I’m rusty, but I’m very curious to see how they shape up over time since it feels like my base is stronger.
I also ought to try more than two in a row to see how well I can stay on a path. My favorite way to do it before was to lazily fling off to one side like a drunken college kid. Maybe now my lines will be less drunk and more responsible since I’m an “adult.”
Oh who am I kidding?