Last week I went along to my Tuesday circuits class, only to discover that it was now something called 'ballet tone'. I had been away for so long that they'd shuffled the timetable without me realising. Instead of doing a runner, my instinct, I decided to stick around.
I took off my trainers, revealing a nice holey sock, and sidled to the back of the class. Half the class had proper ballet shoes, and others were in socks like me. I had no idea whether I'd manage or not, but it seems that my hands and feet 'remember' what to do from ballet classes as a little girl. The music was a classical, which makes a nice change to pumping house, but the exercises were just as challenging. More so in many ways.
The next day, muscles I had never felt before were aching. I have just been back for a second time. I love how it makes me walk tall on the way home, and I'm going to keep it up. All I need now is some satin slippers!
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