For the first time since I was five, I went to a ballet class last night. I had signed a year membership with my gym in DC, but lo and behold they have a network here in NYC. A little membership transferring and I was all set. As a part of my membership, I will have unlimited access to all of their group classes, including (yay!) a whole slew of dance classes!
I did always regret I didn’t stick with the dance thing as at child. But once class started last night, I could see why squirmy me at age five didn’t have the attention span and patience for ballet. I think I’ve mentioned I was always young for my grade in school. I wasn’t quite five when kindergarten started. I was seventeen when I went off to college. It wasn’t a biggie once I got older, but when I was young, I was a little disorganized (hah, things have changed) and that whole attention span thing? Non-existent.
I forget if it was a month or two that my ballet career lasted, but I remember asking my mom if I had to go back. She asked me why. I said because it was boring. And with that, my ballet days were over. I eventually ice skated though, something which would have benefited a lot from ballet training.
When I saw the gym offered ballet classes following the NYC ballet technique and repoitoire, I was sold. I will admit, many of the other women last night clearly had a fair amount of training. And I might not have felt like the most graceful in the room. But I loved it. What a nice change of pace to the week and especially for a Thursday night. Loved it. And so today, I’m off to buy my second pair of ballet slippers, hopefully to be used and loved a lot more than the last…