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Yeah I got suckered into Wuthering Heights (Olivier and Oberon, how can you resist that combo?) last night but only watched until Cathy went to that big heather-strewn moor in the sky before calling it a night. Did get a bit of apartment organization done and a few chores so that was good. And of course there was dance practice.
Let me begin by saying that while I may have near infinite patience when it comes to others and their limitations I have zero tolerance for my own. I want my body to do what I tell it to do, correctly, and without complaint RIGHT. DAMN. NOW. The fact that I couldn't make it through a single 32 count airplane spin any more makes me feel almost as ill as all that spinning did. I used to be able to do this stuff in my sleep, but now... Well, suffice to say that I had a mild panic attack about attempting this up on a stage in front of hundreds of people in a month's time.
I am truly reaping what I've sown by slacking off all this time *sigh* Well, that just means I've got to work even harder than I thought I guess. I've got to say, at this point, I'm almost wishing I hadn't committed to this. I'm just not sure I'm up to the physical challenge any more. Gods I feel old.
I've also taken to dreaming of the choreographies and generally go to sleep and wake up with the two musical pieces stuck in my head. I'm taking this as a sign that at least my brain is up to this task, even if the body isn't.
And to top it all off I feel utterly flabby, bloaty and disgusting right now. The scale keeps telling me to just relax, that it's really not that bad, but I'm sure it lies. It just doesn't want me to pick up that digital one I keep talking about. But that won't save it.
Let me begin by saying that while I may have near infinite patience when it comes to others and their limitations I have zero tolerance for my own. I want my body to do what I tell it to do, correctly, and without complaint RIGHT. DAMN. NOW. The fact that I couldn't make it through a single 32 count airplane spin any more makes me feel almost as ill as all that spinning did. I used to be able to do this stuff in my sleep, but now... Well, suffice to say that I had a mild panic attack about attempting this up on a stage in front of hundreds of people in a month's time.
I am truly reaping what I've sown by slacking off all this time *sigh* Well, that just means I've got to work even harder than I thought I guess. I've got to say, at this point, I'm almost wishing I hadn't committed to this. I'm just not sure I'm up to the physical challenge any more. Gods I feel old.
I've also taken to dreaming of the choreographies and generally go to sleep and wake up with the two musical pieces stuck in my head. I'm taking this as a sign that at least my brain is up to this task, even if the body isn't.
And to top it all off I feel utterly flabby, bloaty and disgusting right now. The scale keeps telling me to just relax, that it's really not that bad, but I'm sure it lies. It just doesn't want me to pick up that digital one I keep talking about. But that won't save it.
