I danced today for the first time in two weeks. It was rough.
I don't take off very often, but my family figured it would be nice to take a little break and go see my family in Indiana -- which is exactly what we did. Although I was a bit afraid of the prospect of not dancing for two weeks, I was confident I would stretch every night and keep myself in shape, in the same way as I was sure I'd work diligently on my homework every day and most certainly not find myself cramming in homework Monday night. As you might expect, that's not exactly how things turned out.
Somewhere in the back of my head I must have known that I would sit on my butt all day and that that wasn't exactly going to do wonders for my dancing, so I reluctantly agreed to emailing several different dance studios and asking whether they would be willing to accommodate me for a class or two. Only one was open, and just for one class. I therefore found myself on the Tuesday before Christmas heaving myself up from the most comfy couch in the universe and heading over to ballet class. It was a cute studio, with a wonderful teacher and equally kind kids. That was the most I exerted myself all vacation long, except for perhaps the day I was forced to drag myself out of my bed at 5 am to catch a flight. That was the most painful sit up I've ever done.
In any case, I found myself once again in a dance studio today and with absolutely no idea how my body would survive four hours of dancing. My only relief was that no one else had danced very much either during the break, which made for a number of amusing mishaps. None of us were exactly stellar.
I'm not quite sure how to conclude this, but, to sum things up, today was rather difficult. I must have yawned 128373648373 times in class today. Wake up time!
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