Thursday, February 12, 2015

Down But Never Out

Hurray, my knees are so swollen! I ate nothing but carrots last week and gained 4 pounds right around my middle that are going to look amazing in my new leotard! Whoo, I’m going to be all bloated and have world class cramps right before ballet camp!!

-       said no adult ballet dancer EVER.

Experience and planning can help us to minimize problems and set backs but nothing can prevent life from happening. Green juice, vitamins, and staying hydrated can help keep me healthy, but I’ll still get sick sometimes. So how do we deal?

Step 1: Acknowledge reality and just be bummed. Believe it or not accepting the stink gives you a platform on which to get over it faster.

Step 2: Now get out of bummerville. Find the lesson and learn it. Most challenges have something right there ready to be learned. Learn how to prevent an injury or strengthen a weak spot. Learn how to fend off cravings and keep that extra weight off. Learn how to relax and get some much needed rest.

Step 3: Let it go. Keep the knowledge but let the setback go – let it go!  Stop tweeting it, texting it, instagraming it. Don’t check in at your setback and stay there. It’s done. Time to move on.

Step 4: Re-focus. Set a new goal. Goals aren’t always just about the end result; goals give us guides to get back up and get back on to it. Goals are the road signs on our journey.

Step 5: Get back to work. There is always some work that we can do to move forward. Even when life/challenges/setbacks keep us from class, there are things we can do – read books, watch videos, practice using imagery, watch classes, find alternative ways to work out (water aerobics, floor barre, pilates).

Down but not out!!

*Seek out inspiration. Our inspiration for dance can come from music, museums, nature, hobbies… do something other than dance. Dive in and discover more.

* Relax. Stress is contraindicated to healing, in direct conflict in fact. Meditate, take a hot bath, take a yoga nidra class, talk to a friend. Calm down, breathe, all will be well.

*If you have an injury, have it looked at. See a doctor, acupuncturist, physical therapist, nurse practitioner. Self-diagnosis is like trying to give yourself class. Heal well and fully.

*Be happy with what you have and focus on what you can do. We have a tendency to obsess about what we don’t have and can’t do.  Shift your point of view. You can always do something and you’ve got so much to give, remember that!!

*Rest is part of the process. Too often we think of rest as lost time. It isn’t. We need to recover. Even when we are in good shape and killing it, we still need rest. Build in down time and enjoy it.

*Its the little things. Eat well, drink lots of water, stretch, strengthen, play, watch dance, be inspired. Ballet doesn’t involve a lot of equipment, instruments, or accessories. Dancing is about you. Take care of your whole self. Take your whole self to class. Dance with your whole self.

Friday, November 28, 2014

155 Classes

Two years, 5 months. That’s how long I’ve been dancing. 155 classes. I know this because I’m a (former) distance cyclist and still write down every workout. It’s a habit I can’t break. I started dancing at the youthful age of 38. Now I’m 41, and I’m looking in the mirror for the first time in 3 months. It’s terrifying. My tights are cutting me in half and my leo is struggling to hold everything in place. It’s terrifying, but it’s honest.

Years of physical activity and a healthy diet didn’t prepare me for this. For what would happen if I took some time off. If for a couple months I didn’t have time to go to the studio, and spent dinners shoving a sandwich in to my mouth instead of steaming broccoli. It didn’t prepare for the stress eating and too many glasses of wine I would inhale while managing my husband’s run for political office. I wasn’t prepared for this.

But here I stand, assessing the damage. Terrified that I’ve forgotten everything (are my feet too fat for my slippers? Do my legwarmers make my legs look like sausages?). The studio is cool. It’s November. My last class was on September 9th, and it was hot and sticky. When did the weather change?

I rest my hands lightly on the barre, and look in the mirror. Stretch my feet. Attempt a shallow demi-plié. So far so good. The teacher walks in. Not just any teacher, my first teacher. The one I go back to when I’m feeling insecure, or need a little encouragement.  The one who was there for my very first class. The one who said “Of course you can dance.”

The music starts and I take one last look in the mirror. Of course I can dance. The music starts and I feel it in my heart, and I dance. It’s good to be back.

- Lori Trublood

Friday, November 7, 2014

Dancer Interrupted

I’m one of those people in the ballet community who studied
ballet intensively as a child and teenager before life got in the way. I completed nearly all the old RAD vocational examinations and performed in many shows in my native Belfast but on moving to the other side of the country I never found a teacher that fitted; unfortunately I let that weaken my passion for ballet and one day I stopped going altogether. I took up yoga which I still practice, but nothing beats a gruelling session at the barre followed by a demanding centre practice. I love when you see your ribs heaving in the mirror because you’re out of breath after repertoire work and you can glimpse tomorrow’s sore legs.

More than 10 years later my friend told me about an amazing Teacher who had begun teaching in Galway (west of Ireland) and that I should give her a try. So I went to the attic and re-discovered my box of old ballet gear that I had not worn since my mid twenties. Some items I was glad to discard like the 80s inspired shiny pink spandex leggings with the stirrup foot (you know you owned them too so no judgement please) but others I knew I could still wear like my old royal blue RAD examination leotards. I’d look semi-respectable in that.

It was a strange feeling before class that day; a mixture of the familiar combined with apprehension. Pulling on the black leggings and blue leotard to then realise I’d look far from semi-respectable as I had left the house with only one ballet shoe and the shoe I had with me was a old Gamba Delco with a hole in the toe. I tried to remember what warm up rituals I used to go through before class started and realised with dismay that my turn out and flexibility had disappeared.

60 minutes later and I was hooked again. I told my Teacher that I was so frustrated because I couldn’t do what I used to be able to achieve in terms of strength and flexibility. She said to me (and I’ll change the geography so everyone can understand): If you want to travel to New York you’re going to have to start in California because that’s where you are now. It doesn’t matter that you used to be in Illinois. A hard pill to swallow, but over the weeks I was surprised how much I improved and my muscle memory kicked in. I wouldn’t say I have reached New York yet, but I do believe I have surpassed llinois - so I’ll keep dancing.

- Ciara Greenwood

Ciara Greenwood completed nearly all the old vocational RAD examinations in Belfast at the Laura Walker School of ballet. Laura celebrated the 25th anniversary of her ballet school in June 2014 with a ballet gala in the Grand Opera House in Belfast and Ciara returned to her old school to dance Aurora’s wedding solo from Sleeping Beauty. She now dances on a part time basis and is principal dancer with Ballet Áthas in Galway under the Artistic Director Sharon Vandermerwe.