I’m pleased to announce that yesterday I tackled yet another item on my ‘things I want to do’ in 2011 list – take ballet.
I can’t say it was my first ballet class ever since I had taken ballet when I was 4. So instead I’ll say it was my first adult ballet class. I signed up for a beginner/intermediate class at the Peninsula Ballet Theatre Conservatory, brimming with confidence.
Their website advertised ‘Classes start January 3rd 2011” and boy was I pumped! I figured new classes meant you would start from the beginning after assessing everyone’s abilities (or experience), which is my case, turned out to be exactly.. none. All the other students had clearly been taking this class for a while, so I turned out to be the sole ‘beginner’ in the class.
I was, however, determined to tackle this new challenge, being the athletic person I was…errr am. I mean, I’m a former college athlete; I swam competitively for years…. I knew I could do this. Call it my engrained athletic confidence, or competitive spirit – either way, I was ready.
I even made sure I had all the right equipment.
On my way to class I stopped by the Capezio Dance Theatre Shop and bought new ballet shoes, tights, leotard, etc. I was all set! BTW, Capezio Dance Theatre Shop was a great place. The owners’ daughter (didn’t catch her name) was so sweet and helpful. I highly recommend them. Anyway, I digress…
Let me tell you…I was a fish out of water.
I walked into that class and saw 11 adults standing next to the ballet bar stretching getting ready to begin. It was at that moment that all my engrained athletic confidence and competitive spirit hit the floor like a ton of bricks. I felt like a guppy amongst…<fill in your large fish of choice here>. So for the next 1.5 hours I was doing everything I could, just to keep up.
Oh and another thing… Kiehl’s deodorant, my fav, is not made for heavy perspiration, that’s all I’ll say there.
It was the longest 1.5 hours of my life…. at least it felt that way. At one point I thought we were done and asked the guy next to me, “are we done?”, he just politely said “no.” We had another HOUR left!!
Oh and that brings up another thing… In swimming we would joke around, drop the occasional f-bomb; it was all apart of the swimming experience. Ballet? All business. No chatting. No swearing (expect for me!). No talking really. That was weird.
Back to my class…
The entire time nothing was explained, which I think was largely due to everyone having taken this class for a while. I wish I could have recorded it. Actually, no I don’t. The whole class I was copying my neighbors and trying to decipher the various ballet terms I couldn’t even pronounce. It was comical. Take my word for it.
So I know you all must be wondering – did you like it? Will I go back? Well, honestly, juries still out on if I liked it. And, yes, I will go back – I signed up for 10 classes. I’m committed to giving it a fair shot.
Oh and for those of you who are wondering if my desire to take ballet was motivated by the recent movie Black Sawn, kinda. I’ve always wanted to take ballet just couldn’t afford it as a child (that’s a whole different blog post). So when I saw the movie I thought why not and it brought back all those childhood desires…Thanks Hollywood!
Now I will end this blog post with these four little words, ballet is f@*king hard.