An Open Letter to My Left Leg

You are making me look like an idiot.

I distinctly recall our Brain speaking directly to you in class.  Brain said, “Okay, Left Leg.  Your turn to go in front.  You lead, and we’ll follow.”  So across the floor we went . . . and you ignored directions completely.

I get it.  Sometimes when we go to the gym, I let you get away with stuff.  Like working a little less.  Shoving the majority off on that Other Leg when we get to the leg press.  And making sure your lunges are just a bit easier than Right Leg’s.

But it’s time to get serious. This isn’t the gym; this is ballet class.  And when we go across the floor, sometimes you’re going have to lead.  And unfortunately for you, Left Leg, it has to be an even split (Side note to my Groin:  Don’t freak out!  No splits for us yet!).  Half the time, Left Leg has to be out front.  So I’m going to need you to focus.

I know it’s hard.  But I promise you’ll get some extra stretching out of the deal.  Maybe even a heating pad.  We don’t even have to tell Right Leg.


A (Hopefully) Balanced Ballerina

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