arse in gear

Taking a ballet class to attempt to get back in shape before I'm back in required ballet at Neighborhood Playhouse.

Went down to Peridance and took a class with Giada Ferrone. It was an open advanced-beginner class, which I figured would be sheer perfection - I've had several years of classes, so I don't need baby ballet...right?...Right?

SO WRONG.

Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong.

The combination of being out of shape, taught another technique and apparently still a beginner was astoundingly...embarassing! But no one cared, so I just tried to keep up, giggled at myself a lot, and got through the class. I thought about leaving several times but then thought fuck it...I've already paid my seventeen bucks...I may as well sweat 17 buckets worth of liquid onto the marley before I leave here today.

And I'll tell ya, there is nothing to improve a negative mindset quite like a seriously, kick-yer-ass workout. I am not just ass-kicked. I am shin kicked and back kicked and stomach kicked and shoulder kicked! I'm completely broken to bits, and I feel AWESOME.

Does this make me
a) masochistic
b) dedicated or
c) crazy?

Hmm.