I’ve been watching ‘Bunheads’ for the first time and feeling pretty envious of all the dancing teenagers (and Sutton Foster) for their crazy flexibility and grace and all the things I don’t have. I am made of granite. Even as a kid, I often struggled to touch my toes, so perhaps it was a good thing that ballet classes got too expensive after I turned six.
My recent addition of 20-30 minutes of yoga to my daily routine is helping already, though. My aching-from-tensing shoulders no longer plague me all the time. My hip crankiness has lessened enormously. I don’t creak* or cramp nearly as much the day after one of my (slow) runs. That’s great, right?!
But man, if that whole 10000-hours-to-become-an-expert thing is true, I won’t be able to do a shoulder stand until 2078.
(It also explains why I’m not an expert in anything. I’m not patient. If I don’t do well at something more or less right away, I lose interest. Or try something else. Or try nothing.)
‘Gilmore Girls’ nonsense: Paris’s plotline somehow involves Stacey Oristano playing her secret/unknown half-sister who is fighting for a chunk of the Gellerseses’s ill-gotten mountain of offshore money.
* I do have the creaking knees of an 801 human, though. Like, I don’t walk through the cinema auditorium from my office to the lobby during quiet bits in movies because they are that frickin’ audible when I am walking down stairs. (But not upstairs, oddly.)