A quick look in the mirror today reminded me that Iâ€™ve been schlepping off on my workouts. I was in a pretty bad car accident mid November of last year which immobilized me considerably and effectively kept me away from the gym for the last 3 months or so. When youâ€™re on a tight schedule and your gym is not at home, getting to and from work with a gym in between becomes damn near impossible. Yes Iâ€™ve seen athletes pull it off, but Iâ€™m no athlete.
Looking at my pasty self in front of that mylar mirror made me think of Black Swan and all those skinny dancers. Not because I bear a striking resemblance to Natalie Portman,I do, but because of how damn skinny I am! Which leads to me to this rant: Dancers. HOLY CRAP! Have you seen a male dancer? In full get-up and all?? They are INSANELY fit! I guess youâ€™d expect that from anyone that has to balance their body on their toes while gracing across the matlay dance flooring. Flexing and holding impossibly painful, yet strangely beautiful, poses in front of glassless mirrors. Arousing many a curious patron with their grace and flexibility while practicing on their ballet bar.
It was then and there that I think I needed to get into classical/ballet and dancing. My slender figure would benefit greatly, as would anyone elseâ€™s, from the intense workouts and discipline required of a ballerina. A tutu wouldnâ€™t be half bad either.Â Now I’m off to get my first piece of dance equipment for home.