Guh! I am currently pretty frustrated with dance - Latin somewhat, but Standard, definitely. I'm either dancing with Newcomers and getting kicked (I should post pictures of this killer bruise I received from an idiot on Wednesday) trying to backlead guys 70 lbs. heavier than me, where every other step is a crash-and-burn and injuries are possible... Or I'm trying to puzzle out figures alone, which is good for me in terms of a) knowing where I'm going, and b) learning how to balance on my own to maintain connection through difficult figures... But it's not nearly as fun as practicing with somebody who:
- has similar goals,
- is of the right height,
- is patient and willing to teach, and
- is of a similar or slightly higher level than me.
Ever since A's old partner returned, I've pretty much been on my own, and I missed an entire week of practice when I had tonsillitis. Today at a small group Int'l foxtrot lesson with Wendi Davies (an awesome, awesome lady!), I was incredibly frustrated to dance with somebody with a lead I could not comprehend intuitively, with body language that I couldn't read. I feel like I'm regressing, or at least as if I'm going nowhere. It's been so long since I've danced foxtrot that I could barely remember the bronze and silver routines, which I have had down pat in the past. And dancing with an unfamiliar partner who didn't bother letting me know the order of figures he'd plan on dancing caused me to be completely reliant upon his lead in order to follow - and it wasn't happening. I felt like such a klutz. All this, after being told by other coaches not 48 hours ago that I am a fantastic follower, that I have "...so much potential..." Ugh. Am I such a good follower that I'm allowing my coaches to lead me on!?
Dancing right now... Is not all that appealing to me, unless it's Latin with Inga. But, I'm going to do it regardless.
Friday night, Steven and I went ice skating! He took figure skating lessons as a child and could navigate the ice pretty skillfully, and I surprised myself by not being a total noob - but I still fell at one point and have ugly fist-sized bruises on both knees. We had so much fun! :D I also had a bit of a relapse this weekend; my tonsils swelled up all over again on Friday night and I had a fever as late as last night and into this morning, but I'm feeling much better as of now, despite a sore throat.
- has similar goals,
- is of the right height,
- is patient and willing to teach, and
- is of a similar or slightly higher level than me.
Ever since A's old partner returned, I've pretty much been on my own, and I missed an entire week of practice when I had tonsillitis. Today at a small group Int'l foxtrot lesson with Wendi Davies (an awesome, awesome lady!), I was incredibly frustrated to dance with somebody with a lead I could not comprehend intuitively, with body language that I couldn't read. I feel like I'm regressing, or at least as if I'm going nowhere. It's been so long since I've danced foxtrot that I could barely remember the bronze and silver routines, which I have had down pat in the past. And dancing with an unfamiliar partner who didn't bother letting me know the order of figures he'd plan on dancing caused me to be completely reliant upon his lead in order to follow - and it wasn't happening. I felt like such a klutz. All this, after being told by other coaches not 48 hours ago that I am a fantastic follower, that I have "...so much potential..." Ugh. Am I such a good follower that I'm allowing my coaches to lead me on!?
Dancing right now... Is not all that appealing to me, unless it's Latin with Inga. But, I'm going to do it regardless.
Friday night, Steven and I went ice skating! He took figure skating lessons as a child and could navigate the ice pretty skillfully, and I surprised myself by not being a total noob - but I still fell at one point and have ugly fist-sized bruises on both knees. We had so much fun! :D I also had a bit of a relapse this weekend; my tonsils swelled up all over again on Friday night and I had a fever as late as last night and into this morning, but I'm feeling much better as of now, despite a sore throat.
We watched movies and made killer chicken noodle soup.
1 comment:
Ah, the glorious dance. You know you've progressed when you start to hate both dancing and yourself. That usually signifies a need to go social dancing, or take a break :) (*plug for social dancing*)
And yes, you can simultaneously be both a fantastic follower and a sucky dancer at the same time.
Yes, A had you spoiled (since he's so fantastic)- but nobody's perfect (including us).
Patience young grasshopper. It will happen :)
More love than you can imagine,
Rh
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