I finally made it to ballet last week, after not having been for the previous six classes (which actually spanned three months). Last week we had a new teacher and lots of new people, so it was all very slow. Which was just as well because three months was long enough for me to have forgotten a lot.
And then tonight was still fairly slow. We did a step that I've hardly done before and I could never get, but I finally got it tonight. I didn't think the teacher saying "pretend the floor is hot" would help, but for some reason it did. It was a really good feeling to finally be doing it and not just going through the motions in vaguely the right direction.
However, we did do a lot of going up and down on tiptoes and a lot of stuff holding onto the barre and moving one leg, therefore make the one you're standing on ache. And holding your arm out. Walking out of there afterwards to the car park involved my slow walking and made me wish I could have walked home because pressing the clutch down basically involves going on tiptoe with your leg stretched (I can't move the seat closer or I hit my knees on the bit of dashboard below the steering wheel). Basically, I hurt.
Mirrored from my blog.