I did my best to make up for loss time despite freezing temperatures.
Thanks to the holiday break and eight-straight days of sickness, it had been almost two-and-a-half weeks since I’ve been in a ballet class.
Despite a high temperature of 14 degrees Farenheit (about -11 Celcius for my European and Australian readers), I managed to make it to two classes today, one in the morning and one in the evening.
Both were tough. Mr. O is out of town. His sister taught the morning class and we did a lot of unfamiliar combinations that were brain teasers. But considering how sick I was a couple of days ago, I think I made out OK. I was a little winded, but felt really good after the class was over. Note to self: After being congested, going without a water bottle made things tough.
Dawn C’s class included a portion called therapeutic barre, which really felt good on muscles that had been inactive for so long. Regular barre was OK, but going out to center was a mess. And there was no where to hide. It was nine girls and me … two lines of five. We alternated. I was in the front as much as I was in the back.
Combinations were tricky, and I should have done better than I did, sick or not last week. One of them? Balance’, balance’, pique turn arabesque, pirouette from fourth into attitude, inside pirouette (repeat in other direction as many times the room would allow). I think I did OK, but a little sloppy.
I was a bit disappointed about how I fared with the grande allegro combination. It is the one in this particular class that I do reasonably well … chasse’, pas de bouree, assemble’, pique, tour jete, chasse (in the other direction) pas de bouree, assemble’, saute chasse, saute chasse, step saute de chat. I kept getting on the wrong foot.
Today was a bit bittersweet. My university classes start back Wednesday. I’ll no longer be able to take the Monday morning class or Wednesday morning, two of the classes I’m in the most comfort zone in. I’ll trade Wednesday for Thursday, and that’s a fairly even trade.
Dawn C’s class will be my only Monday class, and it is the one where I’m in the least of a comfort zone. Part of it is because I’m still learning her arms and terminology. Part of it is because it is the only class where I am for the most part the only adult, and the only male dancer. My classmates are all teenage girls since the male pros dropped out a couple of months ago.
But I appreciate the formalness of the class. And I love learning the new combinations. And it helps that the girls know me.
I still have Mr. O on Thursday. And Mrs. O on Saturday. Those are my comfort zone classes.
I am trying to decide whether to add Friday morning open class to the list. It’s taught by my original adult teacher, and all of the students are adults, which would be a change of pace. But it is a painstakingly slow class, in a smaller room with a much longer barre time, and little center work time (with little room to negotiate).
And with my work and university schedule, it would be giving up one of my sleep-in days, which for fatigue purposes is hard to give up.