my first time
I pulled a muscle - or maybe a whole slew of muscles. It happened early early this morning while taking my Dad's open class at our studio (yes, Rina and Jam, the same studio you took ballet classes in, the same studio Mikah first learnt karate in a gazillion years ago). We were doing developpes at the barre, an exercise for unfolding your leg from the floor to the sky. When I unfolded my left leg to the back in an arabesque, painful spasms shot through my torso, inside my left ribcage. I tried to continue class but it was too painful to go on. My dad stretched me out and I was made to sit out the rest of class. Which is a really horrible feeling when you're all excited to try the adagio and pirouettes combinations and the big jumps!!! *sob*
First I thought it was I pulled something - it felt like a muscular problem and it happened because I was clenching my stomach muscles to get my leg up higher than 100 degrees. I remember that last Friday, the last time I had ballet class, Rico made us do a million crunches and a million obliques (actually, he made us do at least 64 - at least, because I know he counted each to 64 and I lost count after that, since how can anyone think or feel clearly after doing 64 crunches?). Crunches are supposedly easy for me to do, so I don't think it was the crunches that did me in, but I never do obliques, especially because I'm too lazy to do them and I never thought I needed obliques anyway. So, I was thinking, maybe it's muscle strain.
My mom asked me how I felt though and when I described the pain and all the painful parts to her, she said, "Maybe you have indigestion. Or you're having a mild stroke. Which feels exactly like indigestion."
I burped at that point and my mom said, "Or maybe you have gas."
Hours later, all stretched out and smelling of efficascent oil, I complain that it's still painful when I move my ribcage - which was every time I breathed. "That can't be indigestion if it still hurts."
I told my Dad about the million obliques and he agreed that it could be the cause of my current pain and discomfort. "When dancers are taking class with a new teacher, they tend to get excited about the fact that this is a new teacher from the States, and tend to overdance to impress the teacher, and of course the teacher doesn't know what the students are used to and will give things outside the students' capacity and the students will do anything because they're just so excited and overeager."
I frowned at my Dad and said, "So you're saying I'm excited and overeager to impress?"
My dad raised an eyebrow at me and said, "Does your side hurt? Why again?"
Well, it's not all exactly true that I'm excited and overeager to impress this new teacher from the States. For one thing, I'm sure I've impressed him enough already. For another thing, I'm excited and overeager to take any ballet class and I try to impress every teacher I take class with. Wahaha.
This is probably the first time I ever felt though that I was getting too old to dance. I mean, perhaps I was thinking maybe I'm getting old whenever I'm fatigued from a show or rehearsal, but to be impacted by this in full force in a major physical way? There's a first time for everything, isn't there?
First I thought it was I pulled something - it felt like a muscular problem and it happened because I was clenching my stomach muscles to get my leg up higher than 100 degrees. I remember that last Friday, the last time I had ballet class, Rico made us do a million crunches and a million obliques (actually, he made us do at least 64 - at least, because I know he counted each to 64 and I lost count after that, since how can anyone think or feel clearly after doing 64 crunches?). Crunches are supposedly easy for me to do, so I don't think it was the crunches that did me in, but I never do obliques, especially because I'm too lazy to do them and I never thought I needed obliques anyway. So, I was thinking, maybe it's muscle strain.
My mom asked me how I felt though and when I described the pain and all the painful parts to her, she said, "Maybe you have indigestion. Or you're having a mild stroke. Which feels exactly like indigestion."
I burped at that point and my mom said, "Or maybe you have gas."
Hours later, all stretched out and smelling of efficascent oil, I complain that it's still painful when I move my ribcage - which was every time I breathed. "That can't be indigestion if it still hurts."
I told my Dad about the million obliques and he agreed that it could be the cause of my current pain and discomfort. "When dancers are taking class with a new teacher, they tend to get excited about the fact that this is a new teacher from the States, and tend to overdance to impress the teacher, and of course the teacher doesn't know what the students are used to and will give things outside the students' capacity and the students will do anything because they're just so excited and overeager."
I frowned at my Dad and said, "So you're saying I'm excited and overeager to impress?"
My dad raised an eyebrow at me and said, "Does your side hurt? Why again?"
Well, it's not all exactly true that I'm excited and overeager to impress this new teacher from the States. For one thing, I'm sure I've impressed him enough already. For another thing, I'm excited and overeager to take any ballet class and I try to impress every teacher I take class with. Wahaha.
This is probably the first time I ever felt though that I was getting too old to dance. I mean, perhaps I was thinking maybe I'm getting old whenever I'm fatigued from a show or rehearsal, but to be impacted by this in full force in a major physical way? There's a first time for everything, isn't there?