Time really knows how to fly. It’s already been a full week since fall semester began. If this is in any way preparing me for the rest of the year, it’s going to be a tremendously short nine months.
Yesterday was exhausting, in the best possible way. Miss Mia began Training 3 with devotional time, and momentarily, as if to answer our prayers for a great season, we did core.
Miss Mia’s core workout consists of planking in three increments, each one minute long. It involved a lot of shaking and breath holding (I don’t recommend that one…) and counting down of seconds, but we’re all the better for it.
After that, we moved toward the barre. Miss Mia’s warm-up combinations require an uncanny ability to change directions, which is something that I, for one, am going to need to practice. One of these days, Training 3 WILL be able to change directions. Just like Breathe two years ago. Just like Primavera. We’ll rise to the occasion.
We were given two minutes to stretch and three minutes to hold both our right and left splits. That exact ratio is rather new; I’m fairly certain that I’m not the only one who’s sore today.
Grand battements brought us back to the barre. We tried our best. That’s all that can be expected of anyone, yeah?
Our petite allegro was a sight, I know. I wish that I could go back and fix those echappes. But I can’t. So, I’ll make them better next week!
Thankfully, I was able to redeem myself going across-the-floor. I actually felt good about that part of class. I can only pray that it looked good, too.
Last came 32 pirouettes from fifth. I could feel my heart trying to escape through my throat. Thankfully, it didn’t.
All in all, that was one of the most difficult hours of my entire life. The great thing is: I’m proud to have made it through. I’m proud of ALL of us. I’m proud of us for accepting the challenges as they came. Most of all, I’m grateful to Miss Mia for providing said challenges. It is definitely going to be a great season.