I was fully prepared to wake up this morning and find a repeat of last week's stiffness and muscle spasms, especially since I don't seem to be able to take the easy path (staying on flat instead of demi-pointe) even when offered.
Why would an otherwise sane 50+ year old man take ballet classes? Let's just call it my mid-life crisis!
I was fully prepared to wake up this morning and find a repeat of last week's stiffness and muscle spasms, especially since I don't seem to be able to take the easy path (staying on flat instead of demi-pointe) even when offered.
The week in bullets, with no exaggerations:
I've sometimes said that ballet is like a narcotic: as long as you keep doing it you're fine, but if you stop then go back it'll hurt you.
I'm kinda prone to leg cramps, which is a side-effect of an asthma medication I take. Last night, as I was falling asleep, I started getting cramps in my calf muscles. Not terribly surprising, given what I do to them in class, but very unwelcome. Through trial and error I've found that keeping my legs cool helps prevent them, so I spent the night sleeping with the A/C cranked and a comforter over the upper half of my body. It's not terribly comfortable, but it's better than screaming in pain.
This morning I felt reasonably rested, but I could barely walk. It's now after 6pm and walking is still difficult; stairs would be impossible without using the handrail for support.
The really sad thing is I knew this would happen.
It took a bit longer than I expected, but tonight I attended my first in-person ballet class in 16 months. That's the longest I've been out of class since I started taking classes again ten years ago. Even heart surgery only kept me out of class for 10 weeks.