I am feeling pretty uninspired right now. Trying to track down an apartment is wearing me out. As is staying up until 3; 30 and then having to carry litter and cat food from the Brookly Target back to midtown. My arms are weak! As are my hamstrings, which I noticed burning a little after trying to gun it up some subway station stairs.
I didn’t have a hectic schedule of interviews and apt-hunting today, so I considered heading over to ‘Steps’ to take a class. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in a dance studio and I miss having a teacher there to force me to stretch and work hard. Then I realized that classes are 16 bucks a pop and I am poor.
I’m pretty terrified that my dance technique has completely gone out the window. It’s a harsh truth of the profession that if you are not constantly training, your strength, flexibility, and coordination goes away, or at least decreases. Yet, classes are expensive. How does one keep up with the bills and stay in if not their best, but at least good standing with dance skills?
The only thing that seems to change as fast or faster than the body is the world of technology. Sometimes I feel amazed at how easy access to EVERYTHING is with computers and iphones and all that stuff. Directions, music, language translations, and huge numbers of bad blogs are right at our fingertips! (Proof- you are reading this right now!) I fully admit to being tragically behind in the world of technology- I do not even have an ipod. Clearly, I’m living in the dark ages.
I’m not sure which is harder, staying on top of my conditioning or trying to stay even afloat in the fast-paced world of technology. The rate of change in both is amazing; the bodies ability to forget muscle-memory, and the computers ability to store and do more. I am also constantly inspired by those on the biggest loser, or from watching my fellow dancers train, and how quickly they could change and imrpove their sills and stamina. It’s almost a science fiction-esque question, or maybe more like Disney’s, “Walle”- which has the fastest rate of change: the building/demise of the physical body, or the advancements in the fruits of mental labor?
For now, I know that my bicepts are sore from lugging cat litter and that that act would have been easier to bear if I had newer music on an ipad (iwant!) instead of some crappy MP3 that still uses windows media player and has none of my new music in the library.
Writing this rant though, I realize that my sweet 89-year-old Grandmother would understand sore muscles, but throw MP3 in a sentence and her comprehension completely shuts down…like a crappy Dell computer.