I had plans for this summer, dance-wise. I would go to the summer ballet class with Birdie and maybe an modern intensive or two. My adductors disagreed and I ended up doing zero dancing for just over two months. Nevertheless, I find myself facing modern class in a fitter state than I was before the … Continue reading This Has Been A Weird Summer Break
I've been thinking about something Mr. Adorable said during last week's physiotherapy session. I used the German word «kaputt» when referring to my injured leg. «Kaputt» translates to broken or damaged. Not like «my leg is broken», more as in «my toaster is broken». It is a colloquial term, not a medical one. Mr. Adorable … Continue reading What’s In A Name?
Physiotherapy is prescribed in courses of nine appointments in Switzerland and today was my eighth one. I was not entirely happy with this. Modern only starts in two weeks and jazz and ballet classes won't resume until September. While my adductors are feeling a lot better, I'm not entirely sure they're 100% and I obviously … Continue reading Moar Physiotherapy
Okay, several words. And I mean diet in the sense of general nutritional habits, not the kind you feel the need to go on after the Christmas food coma. Food intake is a big deal seeing how we'd all be somewhat dead without it. It is even more important for hobby and professional athletes, and … Continue reading A Word About The Diet
Last Thursday, I went to my physiotherapy session in rather good spirits. I had done all the exercises at home on Monday and not even the most difficult ones gave me any trouble. My adductors are recovering well and I was looking forward to my Thursday workout followed by a nice massage. While I was … Continue reading Physiotherapy Is Murder
Does anyone remember how I was all like «Damn, I thought physio would be exercises but it's all massage, so awkward, halp»? Rejoice, my readers, and rejoice, my past self, because the 25 minutes of slightly awkward massage have been replaced by an hour and fifteen minutes of grueling exercise. (Although Mr. Adorable suggested I … Continue reading Careful What You Wish For
Last Thursday was the last ballet class of this term and the last class ever with my beloved ballet teacher, M. She is still studying and working several jobs to support herself, plus participating in performances with her dance company. One of her jobs offered her a better position and a raise, so she will … Continue reading Bye-Bye, M. ;(