Thursday, January 24, 2013
For those of you who don't know me too well, I was a ballet dancer from age 11 to about 17. I performed in many ballets, including; The Nutcracker, The Christmas Carol, Enchanted Forest, etc.
I was an elegant dancer... I cant toot my own horn on that. I danced beautifully. My parents, my teachers, were so proud how far I had gone with my dancing in such a short amount of time compared to girls who danced all their lives.
The day I stopped dancing, was the day the sky fell on me. I hurt my knee badly when down in a plie. Tearing a ligament. After much time with healing, I attempted to get back into my classes, but the pain was too much. I never danced again....
Until 2011, after I hit 160 pounds before my wedding, I attempted to take a beginners class. My hips have bursitis, my knees feel like rubber bands, my feet cramp... the effects of a dancers body. But I danced for a month, biting the sharp pains in my hips and knees. But the teacher said she could see the experienced dancer in me. She had no doubt I would be back to where I was before I hurt my knee. Well, sadly, with stress of the approaching wedding, I slacked and didn't continue. I had plans to carry back on with the classes after the wedding, but didn't.
This morning, I threw on my ballet slippers, some spandex dance leggings, and did a 15 minute dance exercise in my living room. Then stretched for another 10 minutes. Wow. How I miss this feeling... I am still a dancer, I've just forgotten that. I'm going to look into emailing my teacher from before the wedding, and see what days those classes are, and try to start going again. Because dance, is where my heart is with exercise. Dance is where I need to be.