“Dance… like no one else showed up for class”

I had One of Those Days, where you don’t know how you are going to get it all done, and yet you get it all done. Grocery shopping (which, at our small and overcrowded food coop, is generally a task left to any day other than Sunday morning), a trip to the transit museum, a doll-sized lunch (courtesy of the diet I am back on), my first modern dance class in ages, and finally, cooking dinner for us and also a friend whose husband has been in and out of the hospital.

I’d been looking forward to the dance class for weeks. Since it’s scheduled at 2 p.m., which is not an officially sanctioned Fitness Hour in my universe, I have kept finding excuses not to go. But after a couple tries at ballet in the past few weeks, I felt like my feet might be able to take it. So I showed up. I was the only one that showed up. And the teacher (who owns the gym I go to) did not cancel class due to low enrollment, since she scheduled this class because she also wants to get back to dance. At first we stretched and chatted. The intermittent pain in the back of my knee wasn’t bugging me today, for a change. Even my feet seemed to be cooperating (and they are anything but cooperative, usually).

This is how I came to spend the better part of an hour with very few breaks, working on a movement phrase the teacher taught me. This activity accessed long-neglected parts of my brain, and I was pleased to discover those parts are still firing. Not as quickly as before, to be sure, but I think I was reasonably successful in movement replication, which was my only goal for the first time back. My goal was simply not to fall on my ass. And I didn’t even come close. Actually, by the end, I felt kind of like this:

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Balloons, by James on Flickr, licensed under Creative Commons

Floaty. Mobile. Not sandbagged, as I tend to feel often, of late. My brain still works, still speaks the language of movement, doesn’t have to retreat to memorize its verb conjugations in private for hours at a time.

There was the inevitable crash once the endorphins wore off, of course. Which left me like this:

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Deflated Chicken, by Rubin Starset on Flickr, licensed under Creative Commons

I’ve been going to bed earlier and earlier, lately, but not managing to actually go to sleep early. Something tells me tonight won’t be like that.

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2 thoughts on ““Dance… like no one else showed up for class”

  1. Good for you, Deb!!! I hope you go to bed early for real tonight, and enjoy every extra minute of sleep! I know how you feel, I talk myself into the same kind of plan every evening, but it worked only once in my 80+ years! [I forget in what century that was…]

    Seriously now, Firefox advised me to try some tab-management aids they recommend – after I somehow built up to several hundred tabs and tied my computer into a knot several times. Do you have the same problem, and most importantly have you ever tried these apps? Please let me know!

    Kisses, pa

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