The beginnings of my Free Dance

Somewhat uncomfortable for today’s lesson, as my right boot was giving me grief. My left foot is absolutely fine now – but I have rather an unattractive bump forming over the arch on my right foot and I also had the laces tied too tightly which didn’t help. Never mind – I have a few days off the ice now (well, till Saturday at least) so hopefully that will help!

Not much to report for my lesson – we did some basics, the evil alternating twizzles up the long axis of the rink (I know they are not that evil, but they still feel odd in my boots, so I am not enjoying them much at the moment!) and then went through the CD’s required for the British Adult to music. Actually not bad – I thought my feet in new boots would still be too sluggish but I just about managed to keep timing in the Canasta Tango which I was happy about. The Dutch Waltz (after me saying “Musicality is the least of my problems. . . “) was all over the place for the first sequence, but it was to music I hadn’t heard before, and I really couldn’t find the beat in it! Caught up with myself in the second and third sequence though, and overall they are both fine.

Then we started putting together my free dance. We have about a third of it now (and I have remembered all the steps too!) – and Oh. My. God. I am terrified doing it! Actually, that’s a bit of an exaggeration – most of it feels okay, but it starts with a Mohawk on my weaker side, that has some graceful “dying swan” kind of position coming out of it, and I just cannot get my balance on it. At the end of what we did, there is also some strange toey thing after an FI3 to bring me back round to front again which I need to work on. I am a little concerned that it will always be terrifying J But it looks pretty, and I like what she has done – just a matter of confidence I suppose.

Next week my coaches other pupil is away, so she has said we will spend the entire session (an hour and a half!) learning the rest of it. Let’s hope my foot is a little less painful then . . . .