Recently on our last sailing trip down the Potomac one of my ship mates asked me why I danced ballet anyway. I had been explaining to another mate that I can tell my knees hate me just a little bit (especially the left one, my stronger leg). But his question caught me off guard. As I find myself winding down from the ballet routine (four days a week became two this year) there’s no way I would quit cold turkey. But, I didn’t really enjoy having my favorite activity questioned by an outsider who had never danced and could not possibly understand the stupid love affair.
My answer simple and said with enough force to stop the conversation dead in it’s tracks “… because I love it.”
But really, why do anything in life? Everything you do puts wear and tear on your body and you know what ruins you in the worst sort of way? Being stagnant. Isn’t life a terminal disease in the fact that no one gets out alive? You may as well have as much fun as possible while you’re here.
And why on earth would I want to miss out on all of this? (I included this photo to show how much I sweat. I am the sweatiest girl in the class. I take pride in that title. Ain’t nobody as sweaty as me.)
POP QUIZ: Which toe do I clearly tend to drag?