Monday I didn't feel like getting out of bed. I logged in to register anyway, only to discover that Floor Barre had been canceled. I took that as a sign that I should stay home. And it was: some idiots decided to hold a protest blocking a major highway causing major traffic snarls.
One of the problems -- or benefits -- of buying the monthly class pass is that it only makes economic sense if I actually go to about three classes or more a week. Having blown off two classes Monday, I resolved to go Tuesday and Thursday evening.
Tuesday afternoon I went to see my physical therapist. I asked him to look at why it takes effort to fully straighten my right leg. He believes this is in my right adductor (oh no, not this again!) and set about releasing it. I made it clear that we weren't going to have a repeat of the last time, which left me hobbling for days, and he obliged. I walked out feeling pretty good, though I wondered whether it was wise to go to class that evening.
Despite my misgivings, Tuesday was a pretty good class. The flic flac made its appearance again, as expected. I'm still working on improving my pirouettes, but even that is getting better. The centre exercises started to feel like dancing rather than a workout, and it was kinda fun. Afterward I ached a bit in both adductors, which didn't make much sense, but whatever.
Halfway through centre, though, it started giving me trouble again. I skipped the second iteration of one exercise, then decided to bag the rest of class entirely.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Comments are encouraged! It doesn't matter whether you're a total newbie asking a question or a professional offering advice; I want to hear from you.
That said, Blogger sometimes quarantines comments for reasons I can't explain. If your comment doesn't show up immediately it may be waiting for approval. I'll approve almost anything relevant, but I have to notice it first! Spam will be trashed, of course.