My experiment with new studios took a surprising new turn today.
A friend of mine, who used to be the top male dancer at my regular school, teaches hip-hop at a studio that’s known for ballroom classes.
I had every intention of taking his class this afternoon. But I also wanted to try the Pilates and ballet classes taught by another former teacher at my regular school … Madame Vaganova (my name for her because of the academy she trained at).
I had her once as a sub, years ago. The arms and the accent were confusing.
The main reason I wanted to take her classes was because of her Pilates reputation. Everyone I know who has taken Pilates from her said she was tough.
They weren’t kidding. We used hoops, rubber balls and therabands. I was winded pretty early, basically wiped out by the end of a one-hour class.
But I stuck around, winded as I was, for her basic ballet class. It was interesting, Her terminology was a little different (actually the same as Melissa B, who also learned Vaganova style). I was winded the whole time from Pilates.
And the class was a bit unusual, a mixture of teens and adults. The guys outnumbered the girls. I can’t ever remember that happening,
I’m not in the kind of shape I need to be in. I paid the price for the time off.
The neat thing about this studio? It’s drop-in, no registration. $10 per class, except for beginning hip-hop, which is a cheap $5.
I was, however, too wiped out to take the hip-hop class,
My arms, my shoulders, my abs and my thighs still ache.
I have a day to recover before Monday’s danceapalooza. I’ll be returning to my regular studio for an open class in the morning for the first time in almost a month. It will be interesting to see if they missed me.
And then I’ll return in the afternoon to the other studio for ballet and jazz.