Sunday, 19 March 2017
I've returned to ballet after a gap of (-eek) 13 years!
When I left it I was the oldest, fattest and least flexible in my class of nubile school-leavers (I did a full-time dance course at the age of 26, daily ballet among other dance styles).
Not much has changed.
Though I'm no longer the oldest in my class, there is a lady who could be my mother at this particular studio, which really makes me feel ok about being 39 (-eek again!).
I haven't checked out the other dancer's flexibility / prowess yet, I was so self-involved and concentrated on remembering the steps I only had time to check out one other student.
This girl was poetry in motion, all long limbs moving perfectly, though she'd told me she was new to ballet too, maybe she did it in a past life, 'cuz in my eyes she was as good as the teacher.
Also this style is different to the ballet I studied before, subtle differences in technique. Which doesn't help when you're trying desperately to keep up and add legs, arms and head into a movement.
I'd asked to join the beginner class, because I really want to start from scratch again, but the teacher suggested beginner-intermediate, and the option to move down after a couple of classes. I like a challenge, but don't know yet if this is beyond me.
In the 8 days since the class (there was no class this week due to Paddy's day) I've been stretching and walking a lot, trying to regain my flexibility and cardio stamina. The last 9 years of babies / pregnancy / lactation plus pelvic organ prolapse and general couldn't-be-arsed-ness have really meant that my body is looking decidedly middle-aged. I want to look in the mirror and see a fit mom bod, and that is my goal this year before I turn 40. I figured if I don't do it now I never will.
Don't get me wrong, it was my birthday festival this week (yes... one day is not enough) and there was lots of cake, chocolate, take-aways, prosecco etc) so I'm not starving myself, just eating normally and upping my exercise.
I'm about 10lbs over my previous "fit" weight, and hope to get back to it slowly as I tone up. Today I walked home from town and I did a good walk yesterday, between both walks I covered nearly 11km. If I did that once a week I'd be delighted.
I'm never going to run a marathon or even a 5k, I have no wish to be pounding pavements in the name of fitness. But show me some pink satin and a mirror and I'm all yours.
Childhood dreams still in the mix, and though I'm the mother now, I'm still allowing my inner child to follow her dreams. It's good for my head and my heart, literally and figuratively.
Are you a secret ballerina? Or a public one? Tell all please!
You're never too old to start.