You go Cloris Leachman!
I’m enjoying some R & R time in good ole’ NC this week and using this time to practice for my auditions. My dance teacher is being really sweet and letting me use the studio space during the day when there are no classes. It’s been so great to have enough room to rehearse. A little back-peddling….I’m rehearsing my solo for the audition finals, should I make it all the way. Basically, if I make it all the way to finals, I have to have a 90 second solo routine prepared to show, with a costume and everything. I felt a little funny preparing my solo because it’s not a given thing that I’m going to make it to finals. There’s 2 whole rounds before that I have to get through. I feel like I’m being a bit presumptuous, no? I just don’t want to count all my chickens before they hatch, but in the back of my mind I know it’s better to hope for the best and be prepared instead of being stuck the week before finals knowing that I made it and having no solo or costume ready. So, the point of this post…..
I’m getting old. I spent 3 hours at the studio today rehearsing and sweet Jesus am I sore. I mean I’ll cut myself a little slack, I have been out of dance for almost a year now and jumping right back in head first and making my body do things that it probably shouldn’t be doing right now isn’t the best way to go about doing this. But I have to. If I want to make this team, I have to kick my own butt to do it. But I will admit, I left the studio waddling like a duck because my hips hurt so bad and I’m pretty sure some of my dignity was left on the dance floor, haha. I popped four advil and had some wine when I got home (healthy?) and that of course made things better. Oh, and then I drove to Raleigh to meet my friend Adam for dinner, (dangerous?). We were seated at a table with barstools and it took me longer than the average person to lift my ass on that chair. I got a few questionable looks. And then when we left, I forgot we were sitting on barstools. Adam had already made it out the door before I could slide myself off my stool. Thinking I was in a normal chair, I kicked my legs to the side and proceeded to stand. FLOP! My legs hit the ground and buckled, sending Karen into the chair beside her. Sorry to the lady cougar sitting in that chair who seemed to be on a date with a significantly younger man, who still was suffering from teenage acne. Bless.
I digress. However, no matter how shriveled up my body feels right now, or how sore I will be in the morning. Moral of the story: I will drink a glass of wine and press on!
