Okay, cat’s out of the bag: I’ve been watching too much Dance Academy (Australian TV dramas, why you so compelling?!!) and now I’ve decided I desperately need to take ballet classes.
Lest you think it’s a whim, this is definitely happening. I have the Groupon, the slippers… it’s on. And soon to be popping.
I’m thinking of taking some before and after shots of a few things to see if 20 classes makes a difference in my flexibility, strength and extensions, so, let’s make that my goal for the weekend. I don’t have any illusions about getting on pointe in 3 months, but I’d love to be able to lift and hold each leg out gracefully at waist-level. Goals!
Anyway, I’m excited!! And my mom was so. fucking. thrilled. After years of belly and pole she’s so glad I’m doing something in clothing. This is for you mom!
Is this the worst idea ever? Have you guys ever taken ballet? I’m hoping to get more control on spins/turns for belly dance too, so I think this is going to mean 360 degree improvement on my dancing, even if I hate every minute. And I have a feeling I will. (This is going to be a lot like yoga in the pain/boredom departments, isn’t it?)
(Seriously, fuck yoga).
HAPPY PIROUETTES BITCHES!