I'm taking up ballet again. Don't laugh. I know I have all the grace and co-ordination of a marauding rhino, but it's good to do something that scares you every once in a while.
Besides, I like the shoes.
Especially with legwarmers and a tutu.
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I was forced into ballet as a kid. A fat kid at that. It just seems wrong to me, why would you want to wear those instruments of torture?
I did ballet as a kid too but gave up because other kids teased me about it. If only I hadn't been such a sap! Now I make it my business to not give a damn what people think. Seriously though, I think it'll be a good form of cross training with the running...I have weak ankles and feet so this should improve my strength and technique...
I know, wouldn't it be a fabulous career? You'd never have to rot in an office, drive a desk, make angry phonecalls about photocopiers...that stuff scares the life out of me.
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I was forced into ballet as a kid. A fat kid at that. It just seems wrong to me, why would you want to wear those instruments of torture?
I did ballet as a kid too but gave up because other kids teased me about it. If only I hadn't been such a sap! Now I make it my business to not give a damn what people think. Seriously though, I think it'll be a good form of cross training with the running...I have weak ankles and feet so this should improve my strength and technique...
...and did I mention I just like the shoes?
Go for it!
You have to do what you have to do. Have always liked leg warmers myself!
Thanks for the encouragement guys! Have my first class on Thursday...you can all look forward to a post on my ridiculous harrumphing around!!
You look nothing like a rhino.
The rhino-ressemblance while dancing is uncanny...believe me! But I'm game for a laugh if everyone else is!
Love it. Do it.
One of my biggest regrets is that I didn't realise until I was in my late twenties that I really wanted to be a dancer.
I know, wouldn't it be a fabulous career? You'd never have to rot in an office, drive a desk, make angry phonecalls about photocopiers...that stuff scares the life out of me.
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