Tonight was prenatal yoga, and since the space doubles as a ballet studio, there are barres along the front and side walls.During class, we had the opportunity to use them — doing some stretches and then for tree pose (which I can still do, even 6-mths pregnant) and dancer pose (which I definitely wobbled during but ultimately survived!).
(Side note: Since my sense of balance has been shifting, I’ve been singing, “Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down …” — sparked by the resurgence of the Weebles TV spot, v. 2010!)
Working on the barre brought me back to my childhood and early teenage years and made me miss ballet enormously. I started dancing at age 3, and over the next 12 years, I took tap, jazz, ballet (and later pointe), but ballet was always my favorite.
I didn’t stop dancing til I was 15 when, sophomore year, I was one of only four girls to make the Varsity cheerleading team and the time commitment was too great between practices, games, competitions — in addition to coaching my little sister’s squad on the side. Ultimately, dancing had to go.