In truth, a studio apartment is a shoebox; I could never live in NYC (the Yankees play there), and I'm built more like a beach volleyball player than a ballerina (without an ounce of volleyball related skill), not to mention my second toe is abnormally long and, therefore, a nuisance in pointe shoes. I digress . . . I loved ballet, and soon after I stopped dancing regularly in high school, I started doing yoga. At that stage, my flexibility came in handy, and I naturally gravitated toward yoga's gracefulness and precision. And, I haven't danced since.
While I've toyed with the idea of an adult ballet class here in Boston (heck, I live a few pirouettes away from Boston Ballet), I never make it past the mental check list of "where does one buy ballet shoes?" and "how ridiculous will I look in a leotard?"
Fortunately, I was able to bypass the check list and experience a glimmer of my ballet days last night at the gym. Yup, the gym. Perhaps you've noticed that ballet-inspired workouts are leaping into popularity right now. Some are fused with weights such as Equinox's Barre Burn or yoga and pilates (a la Barre3- Madonna is a fan), and all aim to let you plie your way to long muscles and a tutu-worthy tush.
I had a blast. I looked ridiculous. I can't wait to do it again.