After a few too many glasses of wine one evening, I signed myself up for Adult Ballet to get myself through the miserable, monotonous Monday evenings of the upcoming Guernsey winter.
I also wanted to be able to show up my favorite, real ballerina- Mollie.
Let me tell you, a lot has changed in ballet since I was 6 years old...or maybe I just accidentally signed myself up for the advanced class. Thankfully I was able to hide behind the 30+ people in the class at the beginning, but became increasingly horrified as the 90 minute class went on and we broke off into small groups to leap across the dance floor. I may be 31, but pretty sure I dance like a 78 year old - completely inflexible and even more uncoordinated!
Today as I type this, I can't even point my toes because they are so soar and muscles in my body ache that I didn't even know existed. Pretty sure my 4 year old niece has proven her point...ballet is no joke! Now I can see why she would stand on stage, still as a pole, and cry out of fear during her recitals. I might just be doing the same when mine rolls around!
At the very least, by the end of the 22 weeks, I will be known as the entertainment of the group and I might just be able to touch my toes!
Well this post made my day!
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