Back to ballet

Had my first ballet class after the summer break tonight. I was worried; despite doing a decent job of exercising this summer, I could not seem to motivate my ass to practice dancing, so I was sure I'd be a weak, stiff mess that had lost all my progress. But you know, I was more tired afterward than previously, but I managed pretty damn decently anyway. The teacher was going easy on us, and I took an extra half hour to carefully stretch beforehand-- even followed along with a YouTube yoga video, which is unusual for me --and I was not even particularly sore afterward. Maybe my body is adapted by now, after almost two years of it. I noticed that when ballet classes adjourned for the summer, my Achilles tendons started to hurt because I WASN'T dancing, I guess because they'd gotten accustomed to being stretched that way. They hasn't been that sore since I first started, and then they were hurting because they weren't used to it! Strange how adaptable the human body is. Hell, the mind is probably even more so, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

I'm glad to be getting back to dance class again. I've come to love ballet so much. Watching it is one of the purest pleasures I experience, and I want to keep making my body stronger and better at it. God, why didn't I start doing this years ago?