This past week I spoke with my former ballet teacher, Jocelyn and much to my surprise, she invited me to come back to her adult class on Saturday mornings at 8 a.m. I was elated because of the convenience of the class time but felt nauseated at the thought of squeezing myself into leotards and tights. Even worse was the thought of me trying to do the barre exercises. It was fun to pull out all of my ballet apparel and my ballet bag, though the toe shoes will stay in storage. I can assure you that my grande plié was more like a groan plié but I made it through the class without having to call 911. It has been slow go for me today but I am so glad to be back in Jocelyn's class.
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