When I am sitting at my desk at work on a Monday morning the first
thing I do is check my personal inbox for my friend Mary’s weekly email. This
morning it was not there. I was crushed. I got up went to the canteen and got a
mini croissant and an espresso. IT WAS HER FAULT. When I got back with my
grubby bun and coffee in paws there was the weekly mail. But it was toooooo
late. I was sipping coffee and nibbling on pastry and catching up on her news.
My hips hate me.
In her update Mary spoke of her recent foray into the world of
ballet classes for the not so young beginner. I had to sympathize as in a burst
of energy last night I tried doing a few
ballet exercises. Bryan is away -what can I say- I had to find something to do
other than nag him. 10 minutes of plies, grand battements and releves ( thank
you Debbie for those few ballet classes in my early 20’s) and I was a COMPLETE wreck.
I kid you not. 10 minutes. Complete Wreck. I had to recover by watching lots of
trashy TV. My friend Mary was subjected to
performing ballet skipping (and she is not on the right side of middle age
dears) She describes her antics thus “I
have to say to was perfectly OK for Muhammed Ali to 'float like a butterfly''
but it is definitely very comical for a 61 year old to be skipping
like a bunnie. This just about sums up my first adult beginner’s
ballet class. As I left home, remembering baby beginners class I thought 'I really hope we don't have to skip and hop
like bunnies'.
I
arrived at the beautiful grade 2 listed old chapel which has been converted
into a dance studio/ event The inside is lovely, all walls mirrored (ugh)
sprung floor chandelier, and a bar ( not open during our class).
There were 5 other 'older' ladies. We began with knee bends and rises at the
barre. Followed by some swoshing foot stuff with little leaps, during which the
teacher said 'Oh I haven't checked to see if you can skip!!!!!!!' I just burst
out laughing. I was not able to skip, I could not get off the ground , like my
feet had glue on the soles. I challenge all of you ladies or whoever to try
skipping ...ballet skipping means that the up leg must be at 90 degree. It is
quite hard. I do suggest you try it when no one is looking.”
And I will not be try the skipping as Mary suggested. Not enough
room in the apartment for that and there is no way I am going to try that
outside in the park….. Can you imagine the spectacle I would make of myself.
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