One of the things I really love about my ballet class is that Madame is constantly switching up our exercises. I’ve heard from a few of the students that they have attended a class in which the instructor did the same barre, every class. I have a friend who loves Bikram yoga, and one of the studios she goes to does the same 90 minute class, every time. And I get the point. Constant repetition forces you to continually improve on the exercise. I get it.
But it doesn’t work for me. I get bored easily. So switching it up appeals to me, and I think I improve more when I don’t know what’s coming next. I have to perfect the movement AND remember the combination. And, occasionally, I have to do something entirely new.
Let me tell you: sometimes new hurts. A lot.
In my Thursday night class, everything was going along swimmingly. I even made it through frappes without too much drama. And the best part about making it through frappes is that grand battements are next. I love grand battement at the barre. Because I’m good at it. I have long legs and decent flexibility when it comes to battements. (Full disclosure: I also like it when people move down the barre so they don’t get kicked by me. That’s power, my friends.)
Madame, however, threw a not-so-little wrench into my battement routine. Battement front, battement a la second . . . and then battement a la second en releve. Honestly, I wasn’t nervous. I distinctly remember thinking, “I got this.”
Then the music started and I almost fell over. Thank goodness for the barre.
In case you didn’t already know, grand battement a la second en releve ain’t no joke. Time for some extra crunches.