…then there won’t be another for ages.
Now, I’m not complaining at another 4 day week – but it’s getting back into the 5 day ones again that’s going to be a problem…cos sometimes it’s as much the looking forward to the long weekend as the weekend itself…
So when it actually came to doing Bank holiday stuff I decided that I would make this one, one to remember. I booked a class at the Circus. Oh yeah – me gliding gracefully through the air in a 2 hour class learning the ancient skill of silks…or as it turned out – me getting my ankle caught in the silk curtain and hitting the crash mat hard.
Right from the off I knew I was in trouble when I met the first person who was to attend the class. When asked at the reception desk if she needed to change, she nimbly raised her leg up to show she was wearing leggings. When they asked me the same question – I just pointed to my feet and shook my head. Getting chatting to the other girls – I quickly realised I was out of my depth … “Well I’ve been taking pole dancing classes for a few months now – I heard this was tougher but thought I would give it a go” or “Well I’m a professional dancer so this was right up my street”.
You know when the realization hits you that you’re out of your depth but there’s nothing really you can do about it – “I forgot I left the oven on” wouldn’t have worked here plus – it was 30 quid – the least could I do was try. So after 20 minutes of ‘warming up’ which I am proud to say I actually managed – off we went. We each had our own silk to work with. Now, I’m not going to lie or dress it up, I couldn’t even get the hang of the first step – where you roll the silk around your foot and then shimmy up it. I gave a good go though…so while I was sortof getting the gist of it – the rest of the class had moved on to more acrobatic manoeuvres. By the end of an hour of class – I had managed to get the hang of one manouevre. The teacher told me I had made a ‘beautiful shape’. She didn’t say what it was but I liked to think it was swan like and elegant. It made a change not to be hitting the crash mat.
Two days on though and I still can’t lift my arms over my head. I knew it would be sore – I just had no idea quite how much. There are muscles hurting that I don’t think I have ever used – even dancing to ‘Come on Eileen’ in a dark dancefloor in my student days. I had thought I would go take more lessons – but I think I might stick to more sedate forms of exercise … like tag rugby or dragon boating.