Dancers Don’t Run?
Well, at least that’s what I firmly believed until now. For me personally, anyway.
BUT while I have always maintained that I hate running (I think I still do), I have done it. And by it, I have gone running. No, I was not forced to run for class credit, and I wasn’t bribed. (I may have gotten ice cream after, but that was one time).
In the past week I ran not once, not twice, but four times. I ran with my mom and dad for just over a mile each time. And you know what? I’m proud of myself. For me, that’s pretty good. The first time was horrible, and I threw myself on the ground afterward like so:
I know, such a fabulous picture of yours truly.
But the next couple of times were not as bad. Just four times, and I was already building some stamina. Actually, the reason I agreed to go with my parents in the first place was because I haven’t been dancing as much. Our company season is over now (sad face), and I can feel myself getting out of shape. We only have class once or twice a week, and each time I have no stamina at all. If the peak of my stamina is running snowflakes multiple times during nutcracker season, this is like the complete opposite. I needed to do something, and the answer was evil, it required sneakers, and it wasn’t as bad as I thought after the first time.
So there you have it. This dancer who doesn’t run, runs.
Running for dancers has a bit of debate over pros vs. cons in the dance world. I don’t really lean too far either way, but, my dear readers, penny for your thoughts?