I had my first Ballet Technique class tonight. That's the first time I've done ballet since I was 4! Turning out pointed toes is hard, which is of course one of the main reasons ballet is such a difficult profession. And so I must remember that it takes YEARS to be good at ballet technique, so I will try hard and improve a little bit over time. But I will not give up for not being perfect.
I also took Belly Dancing again. This time around the class was in the smaller of the 2 studios at the gym on Madison & 36th, and there were about 40 people in the class. In fact, there were people waiting outside of the glass windows, practically squished up against them, as the ballet class ran over. As soon as we had bowed out, all those ladies came rushing in like a mob scene from a Beatles' concert footage. They were all just trying to get a good spot, which I understand, but they looked ridiculous. And then, one woman (apparently a regular - who happened to pause in the middle of the class to spend 5 minutes texting) griped about how the people in the ballet class were just staying in the room, right up in front, which was totally unfair to those who were waiting outside. A) We were there first (not that I stayed in the front. In fact, I moved to the back so that I could have more room, even if I couldn't see the instructor very well), B) We stayed because we had planned on taking the belly dancing class, not because we decided to do it at the last minute, C) How mature of you to bitch about certain people to someone else (a regular to both the belly dancing AND ballet classes, who stayed, and even went so far as to SAVE her spot while she got a drink and put on her noisy belt belly dancing contraption) when they are standing all around you in a small space where they can easily hear you. Get over yourself, lady. Or in the words of the woman she was complaining to, "Come to the ballet class next time."
Moving day was crazy. I loaded my UHaul van in an hour and a half all by myself with the help of a hand truck and an elevator. On the other end of my move, it took me and two other people the same to carry my things up three flights of stairs. And we were hauling ass. There was a lot of heavy breathing and sweating, but I think we were all just anxious to be done, so we kept on going. I was feeling that move for days.
I'm going to call my slice of pizza a healthy lunch because it had spinach, broccoli, green peppers, mushrooms and onions on top. I'll take my veggies any way I can get 'em. And one slice is a good size portion, very reasonable. I'm getting back into the habit of drinking lots of water. No more laziness - just fill up that water bottle!
I'm going to be on the computer all day today, so I need to remember to do my workday stretches!
I went to a friend's house party - in the coolest apartment I've ever seen - so I had a few drinks. But I didn't eat the pig or the goat!
I love hanging out with my friends because there are lots of hugs and kisses going around!
I'm really enjoying taking stretching breaks. It's fantastic!
Lunch was not so healthy: sesame tofu with white rice. But I did have a banana (en lieu of a cookie) for dessert.
I'm trying to drink more water, and remember that you don't have to stay hydrated only when it's hot as heck outside.
And Gavin graced me with a hug, which makes it all wonderful!