8/22/2002 11:00:00 PM [ link ]
Tonight was my last ballet class for the summer, and it was the hardest one ever. The substitute teacher was far from a typical ballet instructor -- he was a tall black man with dreds and tatoos. (What is it that is so incredibly attractive about men who can dance?) And a huge smile, did I mention that?
I am exhausted.
The usual instructor chooses combinations that are difficult in the sense of being tricky. Hard to put one foot in front of the other without the brain becoming confused.
Tonight, the combinations were easy in that sense. My brain always managed to stay one step ahead of my feet. It was a relief not to feel like a total klutz. However... the combinations were almost impossibly athletic, pushing me to my limits of endurance and balance. Often, they were beyond my limit.
I will sleep well tonight.
instructor: I don't like any of the music on this CD. It all sounds sort of cheesy.
instructor: (reads from CD cover) Classical Ballet for Kids... oh.
girl in class: oh, so that explains why we're dancing so well!
