I was determined today was going to be a wonderful day.
But days quite often don’t go how you plan them.
Not that today was awful. No, it was great, mostly. I got a ton of work and chores done in the morning, and I was feeling pretty good in the first ballet class I took. I’m feeling like the corrections are starting to become a part of me, and that I’m already improving vastly. It was a good feeling.
But then I put on my pointe shoes.
Before we even started class, my bad ankle was hurting. Not a good sign.
And then, at the barre warmup, I couldn’t even stand on full pointe. My feet were cramping. My ankle hurt so bad it was hard to breathe and I wanted to cry.
Definitely not good. I had to stop after barre.
Frustrating, because barre shouldn’t have been a problem for me at all – every single exercise was something I should have been able to do.
Frustrating, because I watched those girls do center and [i]knew[/i] I could do just about everything they were doing. And do it well.
Frustrating, because just a couple of months ago, I could take a full class on pointe and not have a single problem standing on pointe.
Frustrating, because my damned ankle hurt so bad and I didn’t have a clue what to do about it.
I wanted to cry.
I wanted to give up.
Instead I went home. Iced my ankle. Took some Advil.
Try again tomorrow.