I did it.
Me and my new pink (yes, pink!) shoes went back to class last night and survived to tell the tale.
My technique is shot, my thighs are the size of double decker buses (dancewear, you do not lie in the ‘woah, you got fat’ stakes, thanks) and I’d forgottent that the post-class come down makes me so jittery that I just want to stay up all night!
My calves are killing me (fail at rise and relevé, ramming them into my calves rather than isolating my hams, bother), so are my shoulders (need to remind them that ‘around my ears’ is not where they reside in class) and my back (need to remember to tilt more into my tendu derrière).
But my soul is happy. And the little voice in the back of my mind is reminding me that I was daft to leave it so long.
Is it next week now?