Ballet Squid Chronicles: Leapy

I’m all kinds of tired right now, so probably going to keep this short.

Another mixed bag tonight. My turnout muscles felt wimpy — my turnout was there, and elastic, and then I kept losing turnout in my supporting leg during one-foot balances en relèvé, and I felt like I had to work harder than usual to keep my working leg turned out and my weight in the right place and stuff.  My arms and back were kind of all over da place.

Beyond that, though, barre went pretty well. A lot of “Holy crap, that’s my leg!” during grand battement — that feeling when suddenly you’re grand-battementing and your foot is past shoulder height à la seconde. So the flexibility is coming back, though I still need to strengthen the muscles that let you do high developpé side without gripping like a coconut crab in a hurricane (yeah, I should be asleep now, so I’m kinda loopy, here).

Adagio was sound if not particularly beautiful and my promenade sucked much less. In fact, one or twice it didn’t even really suck at all.

Petite allegro was also pretty much back to my normal standard. My glissade – assemblé is now glissaded and assembled, so then I screwed up the glissade – jeté part. Just kept changing feet where I shouldn’t have, though. Nothing horrible.

Our choreographic bit was fine, except the one time I decided to pirouette the wrong way. I also remembered how to do waltz turns. Yaaaaaay! So then I had to try do them well. Not sure I’m there yet.

Big jumps were awesome as always. Less high at times than they could be.

Long Edit:
That said, I got a look at myself in the mirror while we were working leaps across the floor, and was actually pretty impressed with my legs. They were straight, high, and turned the frack out. The arms also did what they were supposed to, if a bit wildly at times. I looked, um, exuberant. I guess exuberant is a good place to start. It was definitely more “ballet jester” than “ballet prince,” but at least it was “ballet jester with awesome legs.”

Sometimes I watch myself dance and I despair (usually during adagio, because, wow: sometimes I adagio like a robot, which is not good). Sometimes I watch myself dance, and I’m like, “Holy snotrockets, that dude can leap.” Which is, you know, useful if you’re a dude who’s into ballet, because Impressive Leapiness is part of the ballet boy package. On the other hand, it also means I should focus on learning how to adagio with, like, fluidity ‘n’ grace ‘n’ stuff.

Which I can totally do at home, but then I try too freaking hard in class.

End of Edit

They were the last bit, and I was pretty tired. Definitely a bit under the weather tonight.

Tonight’s main corrections were for my turnout and for not jumping as high as I could.

Everything is kind of starting to be there again. Very much looking forward to class on Saturday. Might even take an extra class on Friday. We shall see!

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About asher

Me in a nutshell: Standard uptight ballet boy. Trapeze junkie. Half-baked choreographer. Budding researcher. Transit cyclist. Terrible homemaker. Getting along pretty well with bipolar disorder. Fabulous. Married to a very patient man. Bachelor of Science in Psychology (2015). Proto-foodie, but lazy about it. Cat owner ... or, should I say, cat own-ee? ... dog lover. Equestrian.

Posted on 2014/08/20, in balllet and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Exuberant ballet jester with good legs, sounds like it’s coming along!
    The description of doing adagio like a robot made me LOL.

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