Checking in with the log. Took Captain Marmite’s second class of the year on Thursday. This was hell but I was expecting it; if you’ve not touched the barre for weeks you’re going to suck and the only answer is to line up and work. Terribly, the Captain is back from his break in a perfectionist mood and we did a ton of very repetitive technique exercises while he demanded we repeat everything.
I was in front of him on the barre and may have been part of the problem. Certainly he gave me a very hard time about hip isolation (I got in a danceoff on NYE and may not have been thinking classical…)
I also took in my other teacher’s Friday class, usually tougher than Sunday. This was a bit special as she had guests watching us; sometimes these are teacher evaluators but I later found out they were someone’s relatives.
At least this went better; we all got into the “madame’s show class!” thing and did a really strong barre. centre was OK but jumps were a bit shit. I was also trying out a new pair of shoes I’ve been chasing so not quite sure about turns.
No lifting this weekend as I am planning to take other teacher’s class tomorrow and also Russian class immediately after. I may die in which case I will remember y’all to Rudolf.