the good sort of hurt
Aug. 26th, 2008 08:16 amLast night I went to dance class. It was a longer class than usual and much more focused. Warm-ups and basic conditioning were longer and more difficult than I'm used to and the technique portion of the class was...challenging. Last night's goal: How to do floorwork and build the strength necessary to make it look good.
Ow.
I got home and immediately pulled off my jeans. It wasn't that I was too hot - it was that it hurt way too much when the cuffs would brush the tops of my feet! Also, I couldn't exactly walk in a straight line because of how tired my thighs were.
This morning, my feet and knees are bruised. Walking the dog wasn't too bad, but climbing the stairs at work about wiped me out. Obviously, I need to practice this stuff more. I also need to find knee pads and very thick socks to protect my bony extremities from impact with the floor. Even though it hurt a lot, I'm still really glad that I went to the class.
Ow.
I got home and immediately pulled off my jeans. It wasn't that I was too hot - it was that it hurt way too much when the cuffs would brush the tops of my feet! Also, I couldn't exactly walk in a straight line because of how tired my thighs were.
This morning, my feet and knees are bruised. Walking the dog wasn't too bad, but climbing the stairs at work about wiped me out. Obviously, I need to practice this stuff more. I also need to find knee pads and very thick socks to protect my bony extremities from impact with the floor. Even though it hurt a lot, I'm still really glad that I went to the class.