In Which I pretend I am a dancer.
Today I pretended like I was a ballet dancer. Sadly, this is not something that is new, it just happens that today I am going to admit that I do it. Most days when I pretend I am a ballerina, I do so be listening to a lot of great classical music while I swan around cleaning or cooking or enjoying a study break. I took ballet classes as a child and I do still remember some steps. I will make up little combinations like sweep, sweep, portibra, changement, changement and repeat.
In order to fuel my ballerina-centric lunacy, in August I bought the New York City Ballet Complete Workout. And, I've been doing the first three sections and calling it quits. (In my defense, I also own Bollywood Burn so I've gotten used to the notion that I only have to workout for fifteen minutes as that DVD is divided up into three fifteen minute workouts.) Not so today. Today, I was reading abstracts and attempting to work on my project proposal for Introduction to Cognitive Science and I was having incredible focus problems. I made a deal with myself, if I was just going to dick around and not get any work done, I would have to dick around in a way that would be somewhat productive.
I made it to section seven of the first ballet DVD. The section after you work on your abs. The section in which you work your thighs and butt through a series of moves that involve not letting your legs touch the floor. Someday, Someday soon, I will have the strength, patience and coordination to make it through the end of this section. Today was not that day. Today, my thighs and butt are already screaming at me. While I do consider this a triumph (now I want nothing more than to sit and read abstracts...and maybe knit.) I am not sure I will feel that way in the morning.
