Huh. It’s Tuesday morning which means it’s the day after hip hop class and…my ass doesn’t hurt as much. And we fell and dropped and rolled just as much as we did last week. Guess my body’s getting used to da pain! Yay! And I don’t even have any residual malingering hip discomforts.
There were only four people in class last night which I attribute to the fact that America’s Best Dance Crew was at Constitution Hall at the same time. 
Very sad I missed it, but at the same time wouldn’t have missed hip hop class. I love it. Ms. Represent even gave me some props and used me as an example of what to do. And, best of all, she didn’t pick on me as much. I’m getting better. Flat out!
Wish I can say the same about ballet, specifically about my turnouts. Despite three solid weeks of stretching and contorting and yogaing and pilatesizing, I see no improvements whatsoever, still at about 100 degrees. Gah! I’ve never had a natural turnout even from childhood. When I was ten, I was always so envious of my friend Gingkee Balandra’s amazing ability to open up her legs into a perfect horizontal line. I don’t think she got that from stretching; I think the girl was born with it. Which I definitely wasn’t.
Tonight is ballet class with the Lady Cheerleader! Let’s go!
