silly as it may be, some part of me has have lived in regret for 11 years for not continuing this:
so a friend and i decided to take a step (...more like lunge) way out of what we know and place our feet in these:
instead of wishing we were back in the studio, we would actually do it. no time like the present, right? we signed up for an adult class and left entirely frustrated. though we are not near where we used to be, there is something to be said for 10+ years of technical training. it sticks with you like you wouldn't believe. at a hip hop class last night, i was invited to an advanced ballet class at another studio. right. i had always hoped i would be the foolish adult who still thinks she can dance yet gets sideways glances and under the breath laughs from the seventeen year old prima ballerinas in the room.
nonetheless, we took carpe diem to heart and ventured into more scary waters. the text to my friend minutes before class said, "i'm here...hurry...i might vomit." stomach in knots, we entered the studio and donned our pink slippers.
an hour and a half later, we left with legs heavy but heads held high. not perfect execution, but pretty darn swell for an eleven year hiatus. now let's see how my legs feel tomorrow after rond de jambs, coupes, and pique turns have some time to settle in my muscles.
next on the list of no regrets: set a PR in my 5k this weekend after not training for four months...anything is possible, right?
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