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Feb. 12th, 2006 04:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolOW.
Ow.
Ironically, this is not a hangover. I should have had a hangover, but I didn't. I was grateful for this, given that I went to Dundee afterwards avec la housemates and bought lots of crap in Lidl. It made sense at the time, and now we have kartoffel. It was a thing of delight to see Derya's eyes light up at the German-ness. We made her translate.
Good fun.
Anyway. The pain was not Lidl based, and is instead to do with the fact that I've taken up dancing again. Katie and I had been talking about going dancing for a while, and we joined DanceSoc on the ReFreshers Fair.
Beginners Jazz was yesterday. I did Jazz Back In The Day when I was actually a dancer, so I figured start at the beginning and go from there. The thing is, though, these classes all started last semester, and it was hard. I love Jazz to bits and find it is the easiest of all the dance forms I've done, but it's been a long time. Apparently DanceSoc are doing a show (wtf?) and I have been flung into rehersals for it. This is not easy. Beginner's Jazz is not for beginners! It's hard! Everyone there was loads of experience and generally are better people than me!
Also, all my dancing gear is in Ormskirk. As such, I am dancing in Derya's bright red tracksuit bottoms (Derya is tall; I am not and also my hair is red) and my socks. This makes matters a little trickier.
Still, I persevered and threw myself into learning the routine and whatnot. I think I did okay, but I came out of the Sports Centre, drove home, and got changed into my pajamas and made tea. One lasagne later and Katie and I are curled up in the lounge quietly wincing if required to mve and generally having trouble doing The Walking Thing.
If anyone else says "No pain, no gain" I will personally beat you about the head. Or at least, I will when I can move my arms again.
This morning, as such, was educational in the matters of BLINDING AGONY.
We still went to Beginner's Tap in the afternoon. The movements themselves were really not difficult - mostly, they were stuff that I was doing before my last dance show. We did a timestep that I fondly remember from my Grade III exam, and dude, I was doing Intermediate when I left. (ISTD goes roughly up to about Grade VI before they fling you in pre-Intermediate, that should tell you something.) However, they had already learnt part of a routine.
As such, a lot of this morning was spent flailing around a lot and remembering how to do a shuffle. This did not help the pain and basically I am in agony. Legs are the worst, shoulders a close second.
The thing is, though, I feel really chuffed with myself. No, honestly, I do. I was never a particularly good dancer - I was the slightly chubby one with glasses at the back of class full of people who won scholarships to dance at the Merseyside College Of Dance - but I'm picking it all up again. I can still do all the movements, I can still pick up a routine, I can still tap dance with all the movements I learnt (cramp roll baby!), I'm not as inflexible as I assumed, I can keep time, I can do the right stance (I'd forgotten what it felt like to have your upper back entirely straight as you bend using your hips alone) and generally I feel amazing for actually getting out there and doing something for a bloody change.
Okay, it's not perfect - I'm in agony right now, and I don't have the stamina or flexibility I used to. Also, my hips and knees, particularly on my right side, are seizing up something wonderful. Also, you know, muscle pain OUCH.
But I went out, and I did it, and I'm going to do it again next week. In fact, I'm going to Beginner's Ballet on Wednesday. Oh yes. I'm just that damned good. I even phoned my mum and hopefully my old dance gear that I stil own will be whizzing its way to St Andrews. Just the shoes would be good, although I wouldn't mind my dance trousers, either. Okay, this phonecall consisted of me having a VERY WRONG conversation with my mother, but luckily I shouted in horror loud enough for Katie to hear, chck I was okay, and set the fire alarm off so I had an excuse to leave. Argh. Nosey mother.
But yay! I'm a dancer again! I feel very accomplished. I've even put my washing in!
Now, though, I am going to curl up on my bed with my tutorial reading and try to concentrate on things that aren't the pain. We're havign a Sunday roast today, so I should make an effort to try and put the chicken on in half an hour or so.
Also I have a job application for Starbucks. The Classy Heart Of Darkness!
Note to self: no matter how much you want to dance around your room to this song, don't. You hurt too much.
~Hathy_Col~
Ow.
Ironically, this is not a hangover. I should have had a hangover, but I didn't. I was grateful for this, given that I went to Dundee afterwards avec la housemates and bought lots of crap in Lidl. It made sense at the time, and now we have kartoffel. It was a thing of delight to see Derya's eyes light up at the German-ness. We made her translate.
Good fun.
Anyway. The pain was not Lidl based, and is instead to do with the fact that I've taken up dancing again. Katie and I had been talking about going dancing for a while, and we joined DanceSoc on the ReFreshers Fair.
Beginners Jazz was yesterday. I did Jazz Back In The Day when I was actually a dancer, so I figured start at the beginning and go from there. The thing is, though, these classes all started last semester, and it was hard. I love Jazz to bits and find it is the easiest of all the dance forms I've done, but it's been a long time. Apparently DanceSoc are doing a show (wtf?) and I have been flung into rehersals for it. This is not easy. Beginner's Jazz is not for beginners! It's hard! Everyone there was loads of experience and generally are better people than me!
Also, all my dancing gear is in Ormskirk. As such, I am dancing in Derya's bright red tracksuit bottoms (Derya is tall; I am not and also my hair is red) and my socks. This makes matters a little trickier.
Still, I persevered and threw myself into learning the routine and whatnot. I think I did okay, but I came out of the Sports Centre, drove home, and got changed into my pajamas and made tea. One lasagne later and Katie and I are curled up in the lounge quietly wincing if required to mve and generally having trouble doing The Walking Thing.
If anyone else says "No pain, no gain" I will personally beat you about the head. Or at least, I will when I can move my arms again.
This morning, as such, was educational in the matters of BLINDING AGONY.
We still went to Beginner's Tap in the afternoon. The movements themselves were really not difficult - mostly, they were stuff that I was doing before my last dance show. We did a timestep that I fondly remember from my Grade III exam, and dude, I was doing Intermediate when I left. (ISTD goes roughly up to about Grade VI before they fling you in pre-Intermediate, that should tell you something.) However, they had already learnt part of a routine.
As such, a lot of this morning was spent flailing around a lot and remembering how to do a shuffle. This did not help the pain and basically I am in agony. Legs are the worst, shoulders a close second.
The thing is, though, I feel really chuffed with myself. No, honestly, I do. I was never a particularly good dancer - I was the slightly chubby one with glasses at the back of class full of people who won scholarships to dance at the Merseyside College Of Dance - but I'm picking it all up again. I can still do all the movements, I can still pick up a routine, I can still tap dance with all the movements I learnt (cramp roll baby!), I'm not as inflexible as I assumed, I can keep time, I can do the right stance (I'd forgotten what it felt like to have your upper back entirely straight as you bend using your hips alone) and generally I feel amazing for actually getting out there and doing something for a bloody change.
Okay, it's not perfect - I'm in agony right now, and I don't have the stamina or flexibility I used to. Also, my hips and knees, particularly on my right side, are seizing up something wonderful. Also, you know, muscle pain OUCH.
But I went out, and I did it, and I'm going to do it again next week. In fact, I'm going to Beginner's Ballet on Wednesday. Oh yes. I'm just that damned good. I even phoned my mum and hopefully my old dance gear that I stil own will be whizzing its way to St Andrews. Just the shoes would be good, although I wouldn't mind my dance trousers, either. Okay, this phonecall consisted of me having a VERY WRONG conversation with my mother, but luckily I shouted in horror loud enough for Katie to hear, chck I was okay, and set the fire alarm off so I had an excuse to leave. Argh. Nosey mother.
But yay! I'm a dancer again! I feel very accomplished. I've even put my washing in!
Now, though, I am going to curl up on my bed with my tutorial reading and try to concentrate on things that aren't the pain. We're havign a Sunday roast today, so I should make an effort to try and put the chicken on in half an hour or so.
Also I have a job application for Starbucks. The Classy Heart Of Darkness!
Note to self: no matter how much you want to dance around your room to this song, don't. You hurt too much.
~Hathy_Col~
