Tuesday, 30 June 2015

When you can't 'do', just 'be'...



Physio sessions are a strange animal.

I remember feeling very nervous when I had tiny needles inserted into the backs of my legs at various key points.  How acupuncture works was explained to me in full but I just can't be sure if this actually did anything for me to be honest.  It did make the area extremely tender and more sore for a good few days after the session! 

However,  a good sports massage each week right on the spot where I'd torn the muscle really did help.  At the time,  it was very painful, but in a good way.  You know the kind of pain like when a scab is sore and so itchy it makes you want to pick it??  The feeling when a gum is tender but chewing on something solid relieves it a little bit........Yeah.  Like that.

It seemed to loosen my muscle up and give it much more flexibility.  This really helped when doing healing exercises set by my physio.  After each session, she would tape up my leg......I'm not entirely sure what that was doing either... If anyone knows - feel free to educate me!  Something about support?

I was prodded and poked and taped up each time for 8/10 weeks (I lost count of exactly how many weeks I had away from ballet because it just seemed like forever).  After the arrogance of trusting my own instinct the first time I tore my calf, I listened to my physio and only returned once she'd given the go-ahead.

Whilst I was away from the barre, I quickly realised I was already becoming obsessed with my passion again because I couldn't stop thinking about absolutely everything ballet related!

I spent hours watching adult tutorials on youtube and tips on flexibility:

FYI - link here to Kathryn Morgan's channel which I stumbled across :-) - some great tips to improving extension, turnout and more!

I watched everything ballet-related that I could get my hands on.  Have you ever watched 'Breaking Pointe'?  It is a Ballet documentary following the lives of the dancers at the 'Ballet West' company in the USA.  I was hooked.  Anything that gives me a little insight to a company and allows me to become immersed in the illusiveness of day-to-day ballet life is exactly the kind of material that feeds my obsession.

I then went online and started shopping (a dangerous activity for me).  I ended up  getting way ahead of myself and bought gel pads for pointe shoes, leotards a plenty and a few dance tops.  Bearing in mind I am nowhere near the ankle strength or ability to even think about getting back on pointe.  

This is what I'm like you see.  Running before I can walk - especially with ballet as I expect my body to just revert to that of my 18 year old self, as I have mentioned in previous posts.  When you've been signed off your little twinkle toes for a while and you only have your brain for company, you have to entertain yourself somehow.

So I say go for it.  If your laid up  and you want to let your mind get carried away with itself because your feet can't - then why the heck not?  If it makes you less down about being away from the studio, then immerse yourself in videos, literature online shopping and beyond! :-)

"When you can't 'do', just 'be'"

xxx


Wednesday, 10 June 2015

One step forward and..........


After I'd been back at the barre for a couple of classes, I quickly realised that it would take a long time to rebuild strength in my ankles, legs and core.  My arabesques would no longer go above a 90 degree angle and my arches were decidedly flat.  

I think after hanging up my pointe shoes many years back, my feet had actually straightened out.  The bunions looks less fierce and my blisters had faded.  Obviously they were healthier now but useless in terms of beautiful ballet feet.  I made a mental note to work on foot stretches.

I asked one of the teachers if I could observe a grade 5 class of hers, thinking this would probably be the best place to start back at the beginning.  All the students were between 16 and 19 and seemed to be capable of performing most moves with little complexity.  As I had finished my previous training at 'Advanced Two', there was no way I would be able to start back from there again so I decided this class was a good place to get back to working on my technique and strength.

After two sessions in the grade 5 class I found this really was the perfect place for now.  I knew all the set exercises, sequences and movements like I'd never been away, but every time I looked in the mirror, it reminded me how far behind my body was.  The moves were easy to remember but not so easy that I wasn't challenging myself.  I had a good platform here.  

I began to feel like I needed more (when you get the bug you seem to make your whole life about ballet).  So I signed up to an extra ballet class later on in the week actually designed for 'Adult' ballet dancers.  In this class there were people of all ages and sizes which was great!  The teacher was less formal and more about making the class to suit everyone.  The trouble was, there were complete beginners in the class too, so the work was sometimes simply how to tendu and degagĂ© properly.

It began to get a little tedious, however the teacher would always make up sequences and mini-dances to accommodate the rest of us who wanted to do more.  I suppose this is a fun and 'freeing' way of taking class because it doesn't  bind you to making improvements on specific areas and it is more about having fun.  The thing is,  I didn't want my class to be random and fun.  It may sound silly but I want to work hard and improve.  I don't mind messing around a bit once I've made some kind of progress but this class felt a little 'loose' for me.  Not only that, but the teacher would fit in far fewer exercises and allowed too much chat in between each.  I didn't feel like I was working up enough of a sweat or focussing on improving quite enough.

Then it happened.  In the adult ballet class, there was quite an unconventional way of warming up.  Everyone would form a circle and do a variation of side-steps and gallops.  However, as this was such an odd way of warming up to me, my muscles weren't used to it.  That, combined with the fear of falling over, or not quite keeping up with the lady in front of me, I found myself constantly over compensating to try and keep my balance and felt very 'stiff' in my movements.  

I tensed up further as the music ran away with itself and I felt a huge 'SNAP' in my lower calf.  'Ohmegawd-ohmegawd-ohmegaaaaawd!!! What happened!!?'.  The odd sensation crawled its way around my whole lower leg, mutating into an agonising pain that left me quite light-headed.  In my 15 years of full time ballet as a young girl, I had NEVER injured myself.  Never broken a bone.  Never fractured a bone.  Never even pulled a muscle.  So when this happened, I had no idea what I had actually done.

I carried on the rest of the class and took it a bit easier, not using that leg where I could help it.  I thought I'd perhaps just pulled the muscle and it would get better over the next few days.  Over the next few days it actually felt worse, if anything.  I decided I'd better get it checked out at my local doctor's.  He said my muscle seemed fine, nice and soft.  'Maybe just rest for a few more days and take it a bit easier when you go back to class'. (Later, my physio told me this was the worst and most lazy answer you can give anyone who's injured themselves whilst dancing).

I took it easy and skipped the next class to be on the safe side.  When I returned I began the weird warm-up exercise with the rest of the class, not wanting to be a diva and sit it out. BIG MISTAKE.  As I was furiously trying to keep up with the person in front and not hold up the person behind, I felt my legs tense up again.  Just as the teacher told us to change direction, 'SNAP!'.  'Oh Christ I've done it again'.  Except this time it felt so much worse.  I then felt what seemed like a thousand hot sharp little pins stabbing me all over the same area.  I tried to carry on but had to just mark out the moves in a lot of the exercises.

By this point I'm sure the teacher and other ladies in class must have thought I was such a drama Queen.  This had happened twice and I was already weak and not performing well in class anyway.  I knew I would be embarrassed by the limitations of my body, especially after my abdominal surgery a few years before, but I didn't expect this to happen.

I got so angry, thinking this issue would now never go away.  I told myself that this time I must take it really seriously and seek professional help so sort it once and for all.  I sought out a local physiotherapist who specialised in gymnastics and dancing injuries. 

After assessment she told me I had a grade 2 muscle tear right at the bottom of my calf.  She said it was quite bad and might take between 6-12 weeks to heal properly.  She advised that I stay away from class until I am healed completely or I would only keep doing the same thing again.  Then it really would become a constant area of weakness.  I'd told her I'd done it previously about a month ago and what my GP had said.  She told me you should always seek a physio after anything muscle related because GP's aren't specialists.  If you are dancing or taking part in any type of physical activity regularly, then  you should really see an expert.  

Apparently I was lucky I didn't tear my Achilles tendon because that would have been much worse.  She went on to say that after examining me, she could feel a small little 'hole' where the tear was, so the GP couldn't have done a very thorough investigation.  I did say that he had only examined the first time I'd torn it, to be fair.  

So I spent the next 12 weeks off ballet having treatments, grumpy at the fact I would have to go back to the beginning, yet again!


(My calf taped up, after treatment from the physio)

I think I had taken things too quickly and stayed at a class which I knew wasn't right for me.  I should have stuck with the one class and built up slowly to two but ballet is so addictive you just want to run before you can walk!  Or grande jetĂ© before you grande battement!

Top Tips:  

  • Don't go to a GP for muscle pulls/tears - always seek a professional.  
  • Don't do an exercise you know you shouldn't just because you don't want to be embarrassed. 
  • NEVER return to class because you're itching to get back when you haven't fully healed properly.

All lessons which I had to learn the hard way.


Thursday, 4 June 2015

Back to the beginning...


After at least 9 years of no dancing (Beyonce club-style dancing doesn't count)  I decided enough was enough.  I had to stop 'letting life get in the way', which is a phrase my slimming world consultant over-uses and I utterly loathe.

Being apart from what you love for so long doesn't just pull at your heart strings, it can break them if your not careful.

I was 18 and had twinkled-toed my way right up to 'Advanced Two' during my time at the City Academy of Ballet, in my home town.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with ballet exam terminology, there are numbered grades 1-5, some methods of ballet differ from others, including a grade 6 but I was taught the Russian method.  We had Grades 1-5.  Each consisting of a  'lower' and an 'upper' exam.  So we took 10 exams in total before we started taking what are considered to be professional examinations.  Then you would progress onto 'Intermediate Foundation', 'Intermediate',  'Advanced One' and finally 'Advanced Two'.

So I was working at Advanced Two level in my final year at my school before I had to leave to start my new adventures at university.

After three years of university and half-heartedly trying to attend various ballet classes but not quite ever fitting in or having the time to commit properly, I started to lose my skill, ability and body.  Always thinking in my mind 'Oh it's not been that long, I'll go back when I return home and pick up where I left off.'.  What happened?  Life got in the way, that's what happened. Ha.

Three years later, I returned home with degree in hand.  My first job was at a local TV studio and I progressed up the ranks in the years to come.  The trouble was, my hours of work were glued within unstable and unpredictable patterns.  I knew I couldn't commit to regular ballet classes and as my former principle used to say, 'If you can't commit, it's as good as not showing up, ever'.  I fully agreed with her.  Ballet isn't something to be treated like a hobby even though technically, it is.

Still.  I told myself that I would only be in this line of work for a year or so.

5 years on and 4 career jumps later, there was a time I could have possibly returned to ballet, however I had a slight near-death experience that left me out of work for 6 months and nowhere near ballet-bodied for a good year after that.  I did however, attend pilates and do exersises at home so that my limbs didn't completely turn to mush.

After the 6 year mark, I found myself applying for a charity job which had been a tiny distant 'one day' dream of mine.  After gaining client management experience in the TV/retail sector, I decided I had enough experience under my belt to jump ship.

FINALLY believing I was now in a position to go back to ballet and FULLY commit, I enrolled in a newer local dance company.  I didn't feel I could show my face at my old school after losing my ability to even perform a decent plie without rolling my feet or turning my knees in.

When I looked up from 'life' and opened my weary little peepers, I realised 9 years had passed since I was fully immersed in the world of ballet.  It may sounds stupid, but I was genuinely shocked when I found that my body refused to do ANYTHING that resembled what I once knew as natural.  It was very very depressing.  I was disappointed and angry at myself that I had lost something that I held so dear. How very bloody careless of me.

You really do tell yourself each year, 'It's like riding a bike- I haven't forgotten anything in my mind so it shouldn't take long for my body to catch up.  It's not been that long.............right!??'.  WRONG.  YOUR BODY HATES YOU FOR BEING A BUSY, SELF-INDULGENT MESS WITH NO RESPECT FOR YOUR PASSION.  Ok, I may be being slightly hard on myself there, but that is honestly how angry I was with myself once I realised it wasn't going to be as easy as I'd thought.

But I tell you what- my heart was finally happy again. Hearing the bouncy piano notes waft through the waiting room of the ballet school. Watching the excitement, sparkle in the eyes of people leaving classes- hyped up on adrenaline.  Glossy frames of ballerinas gone-by, adorning the hallways to the studios.  Barres, mirrors, ballet shoes.

I'm finally home.

"If your heart knows where you should be, you will always end up at the right place in the end."