Class ended at 8:30. Got home from dinner around 10, crawled into bed... and then it was morning. I guess I should catch up here.
One of the reasons I went back to dance was that I spend far too much of my life sitting behind a desk. One of the ways I try to address this is to visit a massage therapist periodically. Thursday morning's appointment was scheduled before we started having class Thursday nights, and I hadn't thought to reschedule it. My therapist knows I've started ballet again and this time she spent a good bit of time on my hip flexors, trying to get the muscles and fascia to release so I can get a better range of movement. As usual I left the appointment rather spacy.
I figured by class time all would be back to normal. Uh huh. When I started getting odd muscle spasms while putting on my tights I knew this was going to be interesting. Normally I'm very focused during class, but last night I was off in la-la land. I feel like I ought to apologize to the teacher before Tuesday night's class starts. As best I recall we did pretty much the same stuff as Tuesday. It seems I had a choice between turn-out or balance, but had trouble trying manage both at the same time. I'm pretty sure I got physical benefit from the class, but mentally I'm not so sure. The best I can say is I think I've pretty much shaken off the remnants of my cold.