Last night i had my first dance class since i left home and my dance studio. Really it was my first "class" with a full bare routine since 2007. (wait i take that back...i guess when i taught my last year i did bare work with the students, but in the college/adult class we pretty much just stretched ourselves and then worked on our dances for the recital). It's Ballet Intermediate. The class is a mixture of older women and a few around my age. They all knew each other and had taken a class there last month (which means they were more loose than i was) I was fresh meat and felt like they were watching me to see how i would keep up. Of course they probably weren't. It was a good class though and i am looking forward to more. I am definitely feeling it today. Although it's more of aching joints than sore muscles. That will probably come tomorrow.
Me after my senior year 2007. I was the Dying Swan.
And because I've been missing my kitty...this was after the recital.
I miss those cheese hugs. His claws were probably digging into my neck.