My usual ballet class has stopped for the summer (why?) and I was encouraged by a friend to sign up for another one within reasonable travel distance. She said, "The teacher's very good but he doesn't take prisoners".
Well, the teacher might have been very good (he certainly was, and was also very kind to me) but I was absolute RUBBISH. I didn't do too badly with the barre exercises, though had to be corrected for not standing straight and holding my arm at the wrong angle, but after that it was disastrous. I hopped around like a disorientated rabbit completely out of time with the music, failing to learn the sequences of steps, partly because he took it very fast, partly because I just didn't know quite a lot of them, and then got told off (quite gently) for trying to follow one of the good dancers and not learning for myself.
As with so many of life's experiences, there's a lesson to be learnt. In this case, I think the lesson is "if you're really really bad, giving up is a reasonable option". Hmm.
But putting this firmly into the background, the Tour de France, which has been in Harrogate twice in the past two days, has been a wonderful and inspiring experience. Though terribly upsetting to see poor Mark Cavendish crash within seconds of the finish. I bet he doesn't just give up ....
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