So a month and a half ago I wrote this post about ballet being French, in which I said that when I was a little girl I was very proud of my grand écart. I also stated that those were happy times and that now I couldn't do it anymore.
But guys... I don't know how or when it happened, but now I can do it! I CAN DO IT!
When I was trying to do some pirouettes -by the way, I'm getting better at those-, I said to myself: "let's see if you are closer to the ground when doing the splits!" And I tried... and went down, and down, and down... and this is what I got!
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| Ha! And it's not a fake one! A little painful it is, but not fake! |
See? I can do it, I can do it! *Happy dances*
Anyway, I still don't understand it. I really don't. I haven't stretched that much these days, and I haven't done much ballet during summer. I guess even if it's just a little bit, stretching works. It really does! And that is the proof you were looking for!!!
So... stretch, guys! STRECH!
Nerea.
