My body has not been this sore in a really long time. A couple of weeks ago I started taking a very challenging jazz technique and conditioning class once a week. I had not taken class from that particular teacher in five years and I had apparently blocked from memory the more tortuous aspects of his classes. I am glad I am doing the class, though I will say that being so much older than most of the students is a little rough on me at times. I know how to deal with the fat thing...the age thing is a new one (I could easily be some of these girls' mother). Anyhow, on top of that for the past three weeks I have been doing yoga while S. naps about three times a week which is good but I am little bit torn up. I did find, in the end, that to be really challenged I need to do the more advanced/power yoga tapes (I've been renting from the library), but I also need to learn to pace myself a little bit better. I need to do a mellow practice once a week, I think. Then, on top of all that, the dance we are working on is surprisingly physically demanding (and I say that as the choreographer). One of the dancers pointed about that a lot of it is danced in a plie which takes a toll on one's legs. And it moves fairly fast.
So, yeah, toady I am super-sore.
My feet are really sore too. Unfortunately, my five-year-old foot injury is acting up. I need to start taping it when dancing and I need to wear better, more supportive shoes on a regular basis. I took steps towards the latter by spending too much money at REI today on a couple of pairs of very nice, very supportive sandals--one
sport sandal and
one somewhat dressier pair (both in red). I am on my feet a lot these days and I needed to invest in decent footwear for all the standing and walking I do at zoos, museums, the farm, parks, etc. I got the sport sandals for dusty/wet/dirty excursions (pretty much all of the above) and the nicer pair for grocery shopping, music class, going out to eat, walking around Oakland after rehearsal on Saturdays...you get the picture. It was hard to bite the bullet and spend the money, but as I looked at my falling-apart-at the-seams-$30-sandals from last summer that are killing my feet due to lack of arch support I suddenly felt OK about it. Now all I need to do is actually remember to tape up my damned foot with the tape
ptor kindly put in my dance bag.
OK, off to bed.