The first thing that came across my mind during today’s partnering class was: You’ve got to be kidding me.
I mentioned last week that it had been years since I’ve been in a partnering class. And even then, my experience is limited.
I’ve done one pas de deux in my life. And messed up.
And one to have one more shot at it.
Today, well, was a master class taught by one of the former teachers from the school who was back in town.
It was also led by a dancer with State Ballet, fresh off the Nutcracker.
The teacher from out of town, who was really good, had the pro dancer lead us through the Snow Pas de Deux from Nutcracker.
Did I mention this was only my second partnering class in eons?
We went through it in part. Boy, my promenades with my partner need work.
Near the end of the pas, there is a thing called the “Bluebird lift.”
At least in this pas.
I mentioned last week about my lack of confidence with lifts, and my lack of upper body strength in general.
I thought I would sit this part out.
“Scott, are you doing the bluebird lift?” the teacher who led the class asked.
Evidently, no was the wrong answer.
Thanks to a couple of spotters and a very trusting partner, an ancient soon to be 51-year-old not only caught a 100-pound woman, but lifted her in the air.
Much to my surprise.
“You’re really brave,” I told my partner when I lifted her back down to the ground.
“I trust you guys,” she said.
Did I mention ballerinas are fearless?
The get a bad rap. But try jumping into an aging guys arms and have him lift you above his shoulders.
I still amazed by their complete trust in their partners.
As for the regular class before, yeah, I struggled with barre again. It would help if my mind wouldn’t wander when the teacher explains the combination. Most were doable, but there are times when I wish my mind would move a little faster when remembering what step comes next.
I thought I fared well during the adagio combination. Maybe I can dance after all.
And petite allegro went OK for me. Sisonnes, how I’ve missed you.
And sense there were enough guys, we actually did a couple of men’s variations. It’s been a while since I’ve been in classes where that’s happened.
A tour-enlair? Now that’s a challenge for an old dude who hasn’t done it in a while.
But I think I did OK.
On the health front: My sugar count has dropped to its lowest level since I found out I was a type 2 diabetic.
Weighed in today after the back-to-back classes at 210.
That’s down 8 pounds since that dreaded checkup when the doctor informed me I was a diabetic, need to change my diet and exercise almost daily.
Which I do. I walk at least two miles a day on days that I don’t dance. Except Sunday. That’s the day between dance days.
My body does need a break now and then.
Thank you for putting up with the ramblings of an old dance dude few readers there are out there.
Till next time.