Ballet, Running and Flexibility

I knew last night's class was going to be uncomfortable. The turnout muscles, the hips, the previous inner thigh tears all started to dread how stiff they would be in class before they had even got to class.

Since regular class was cancelled back in August getting the ballet fix has been a bit of a challenge. The days of chunky-sink-your-teeth-into barre routines are no longer so you have to take what you can get. I can get one hour of attending a beginners' class a week. I do get to wear my pointe shoes and I do get to modify things to make it worth while. But since work has been very intense over the last six weeks or so this beginners' class had been avoided in favour of coming home and crashing on the sofa. So, I've been running again. Running V.s turnout = Nope.

Ballet

A massive chunk of the previous blog was ballet.

All the ballet. Watching ballet, learning ballet, struggling with ballet and loving ballet. Ballet was were the main audience was drawn from.

This year me and ballet have had a love/dislike relationship. I have been to fewer classes than ever this year and it started in February. And the reason was anxiety.

The first time I experienced anxiety was last November. I didn't like it. Fast forward through the depths of winter and to one completely normal and boring afternoon at the end of February. I was sat in front of a computer at work and this overwhelming fear of dread appeared. So did heart palpitations. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.