Hey! Guess what I just realized? Today marks one full year since I started taking ballet class! Aw! It's my balletversary!
Here is what I wrote in my private journal after my first class:
OMFG I am SO EXHAUSTED. Ballet was brutal, stone cold brutal. If you
have never done it you should, if only to understand how hard it is to
make it look effortless. How long you struggle just to get through it
before you can even contemplate making it look beautiful. The instructor
was great, though, and stayed after class to teach me a few things I
should be doing to strengthen my thighs and take pressure off those
sensitive knee joints...
Anyway, so I am in some kind
of desperate need of getting in shape (about halfway through my legs
started to shake, and didn't stop for the next 45 minutes) but we knew
that already. It has been ten years, after all. Ten years, several
inches of butt, a tummy poodge, and rheumatoid arthritis.
Anyway, I am going to go collapse now.
There are still struggles, I am not gonna lie. But, I have really come a long way in this past year. I hurt but I always freaking hurt. I hurt when I am lying motionless in bed. When I'm walking to the mailbox. When I am sitting at my desk. If I am going to hurt regardless then I should at least hurt while doing something I enjoy, right? And that goes for you guys, too.
Happy balletversary, me.