Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Dancing ballet is like a drug addiction

Someone asked me today why I was walking slowly and rather deliberately. I explained that I'd gone back to class after a few weeks away. Like a drug addiction, staying at your usual dose is fine, and while taking too much is bad, quitting and restarting is worse.

Okay, so it's an imperfect analogy, but it's the one that came to mind.

I've been busy with other aspects of life, and just haven't been in the mood. And once I stop going for a while I start dreading the idea of starting back up. Part of that is mental, thinking that the rest of the class will have been working on a sequence in centre and I'm going to have to jump into it cold. Part of it is the stiffness and soreness the next day from muscles that haven't had to do relev├ęs and jumps and all that. And the longer it's been since my last class the worse it's going to be.

But, as someone else put it, it's more fun than going to the gym.

I'd intended to make it easy on myself and go to the Sunday morning Beginner II class, but I didn't get there. So I went to the Tuesday evening class instead. Attendance was surprisingly sparse. Although this class is never as full as the Saturday morning class, we had only seven students at the start and one had to drop after barre. With that few people centre exercises run almost non-stop; with groups of three there is barely enough time at the end of a grand allegro sequence to run back to the starting position before it's time to go again. By the time we got to reverence I was quite out of breath.

I was feeling pretty good about the whole thing until I tried to go to sleep. Not only did I have trouble calming my thoughts, my legs didn't want to calm either. Every time I'd get comfortably warm my legs would start twitching and I'd develop an incipient cramp somewhere. I finally gave up and lay on top of the bed with my legs exposed, as that seems to minimize the twitching and the tendency to cramp. I did finally get to sleep around 2am but woke up feeling cold and not as rested as usual.

Ah, well... that's what I get for not keeping up with my addiction.

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