Bounce back time. It took 4 days of bedrest to recover and now it's back to work and dance. Work, practice, perform ... rinse and repeat. The sky is blue - yadda yadda yadda!
But what's this? *gasp* Another break! Just spent the long weekend in the mountains with dancer girlfriends who don't dance as much anymore. Another rapid transition to a slower pace, but at least it wasn't because I was sick. It's much more fun to relax because you planned a trip with girlfriends. Not because a brutal virus confines to your bed. Triple treat: weather, scenery, company. Ohhh to wake up naturally (no alarms!!) and to relax with drinks and good food with constant Olympics updates in the background where ever there's a TV screen.
Spending a good chunk of time with people who aren't dancing enormous amounts (anymore) gives me a broader perspective and a gentle reminder: If I wasn't spending so much time dancing, I would have more sleep, have a cleaner condo, have more food in the fridge, have more chances to rekindle other hobbies, have more free weekends to spend with family and friends, have more trips that are purely vacation-related as opposed to dance-related ... the list goes on and on. Look at how relaxed we all look!
But as I've said before, I think that if you do something and you keep doing it and you are not sure why ... then all the more reason to do it! Maybe it's something instinctual and natural that draws you. Maybe a temporary surge of incredible energy has hit me and I should dissipate it in dance before it runs out. Maybe I am diving too hard and too deep and will finally get stopped by burnout. Or maybe I'll adapt instead and keep getting stronger until I eventually decide to move on to other things, with a greater sense of discipline and "oomph" in me.
At the end of these internal discussions that I have with myself, I conclude that it's ultimately my choice in the end. Which is comforting. It is a luxury after all to be able to make choices like this. And the nice thing is, it seems like either way I win! If I keep pushing myself in dance I'll just keep getting better. If I tone down the dancing, I'll be able to enrich the rest of my life even more. One of the former-dancer girlfriends brought along her adorable and extremely intelligent little girl and watching them interact was pretty damn beautiful :) Also, I love toddler logic.
Mind Farts
-cross country skiing is much cheaper than downhill. talk about a good cardio session! and it's toddler-friendly too. pulling a sled containing a toddler even adds strength training to the mix
-sometimes there is that one routine that feels sooo good to perform. the music and the movement feel like such a good fit ... even lifts become effortless!
-or maybe acro-yoga is just helping my core strength and balance ;)
-new vegan trait i've discovered: i get horrified when people don't finish their veggies/bread and i often offer to eat their leftovers. like when i attacked some red onions that were going to be thrown away and stashed them in my veggie sandwich instead
-hard liquor is easier on my morning-after stomach than beer. helloo Havana Club!
-costco rice crackers = crack cocaine
But what's this? *gasp* Another break! Just spent the long weekend in the mountains with dancer girlfriends who don't dance as much anymore. Another rapid transition to a slower pace, but at least it wasn't because I was sick. It's much more fun to relax because you planned a trip with girlfriends. Not because a brutal virus confines to your bed. Triple treat: weather, scenery, company. Ohhh to wake up naturally (no alarms!!) and to relax with drinks and good food with constant Olympics updates in the background where ever there's a TV screen.
But as I've said before, I think that if you do something and you keep doing it and you are not sure why ... then all the more reason to do it! Maybe it's something instinctual and natural that draws you. Maybe a temporary surge of incredible energy has hit me and I should dissipate it in dance before it runs out. Maybe I am diving too hard and too deep and will finally get stopped by burnout. Or maybe I'll adapt instead and keep getting stronger until I eventually decide to move on to other things, with a greater sense of discipline and "oomph" in me.
At the end of these internal discussions that I have with myself, I conclude that it's ultimately my choice in the end. Which is comforting. It is a luxury after all to be able to make choices like this. And the nice thing is, it seems like either way I win! If I keep pushing myself in dance I'll just keep getting better. If I tone down the dancing, I'll be able to enrich the rest of my life even more. One of the former-dancer girlfriends brought along her adorable and extremely intelligent little girl and watching them interact was pretty damn beautiful :) Also, I love toddler logic.
Mind Farts
-cross country skiing is much cheaper than downhill. talk about a good cardio session! and it's toddler-friendly too. pulling a sled containing a toddler even adds strength training to the mix
-sometimes there is that one routine that feels sooo good to perform. the music and the movement feel like such a good fit ... even lifts become effortless!
-or maybe acro-yoga is just helping my core strength and balance ;)
-new vegan trait i've discovered: i get horrified when people don't finish their veggies/bread and i often offer to eat their leftovers. like when i attacked some red onions that were going to be thrown away and stashed them in my veggie sandwich instead
-hard liquor is easier on my morning-after stomach than beer. helloo Havana Club!
-costco rice crackers = crack cocaine
-Lemony Snicket children's book: first word to learn is "bird." next is "despondent." haha i love it. I will have to read A Series Of Unfortunate Events now
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