Vulcan couldn’t come, which was a shame. She had to work late. So I went to the club as is the normal Monday night ritual (when I’m not working), I usually intend on getting there a few minutes early but usually walk in 15 minutes late for the footwork class. It’s hard to leave home again after you get home and in my mind, fencing is this late night thing that I can show up to whenever I like. It’s perhaps a bit of a rebellion against years of ballet class, because fencing is this balletic anti-ballet activity for me and ballet is the antidote or the complementary side of the coin that makes it whole. Please excuse the garbled thoughts — I am extremely tired but want to get this down,
But first a quick aside. Fencing is…like when you work in parallel in ballet class to activate those other muscles that don’t get love when you are holding that turned out position and it feels amazing and kinda weird and wrong. This is what fencing does for me. It allows me to use those other muscles — both literal and metaphorical. There’s enough alike that I can jump comfortably from one to the next. There’s enough different that each activity shores me up enough to face the other. Same coin. Different sides. I enjoy that fencing doesn’t care about aesthetics, that it’s filled with moments of explosive power, cunning strategy, and weird crab-stepping/bouncing on a narrow strip. I celebrate ballet’s artistry, harmonious symmetry, and joyful precision.
When I left ballet and performing a few years back, I left it under a cloud. I drifted for a bit. Curling was not in the cards for me at that time and sports that happen in the cold will never fully sustain me. Ballet and I were seriously on the rocks and I had said goodbye to performing.
Fencing allowed me to go back. It was like my inner fencer shored me up and shadowed me in a way that I felt like I had backup. I remember being at fencing and being wistful for ballet but also angry at the thought of it.
Ballet helps me deal with being a novice in fencing and fencing helps me deal with my bad ballet memories and some of the personality mismatches I’ve had with it. I am on two different journeys in each and when I weary of one of them, the other is there. Basically I cheat on each with the other.
So, Fifty Shades. Yeah. I got a little off topic there. Oops. The Legit Nerd selected excellent songs – excellent both for doing footwork too and also excellent for capturing the creepy feel of Fifty Shades. A harder rock cover of Every Step You Take for example. The songs had clips from Jenny Trout’s excellently snarky recaps or from podcasts dissecting the text.
I laughed hard when one of the clips had to do with the infamous Christian Grey flavored popsicle line. Legit Nerd had had to cut it quickly to make it family friendly – we have many teens and kids at the club.
Speaking of families, I was talking to Mensch on the bench before footwork started and gushing like an idiot about how much I enjoyed Jenny Trout’s recaps and a mother who, I later found out was bringing her daughter to the footwork class for the first time, turned to us and said she was sorry to interrupt but she had also read those and loved them. It was cool to talk to her about it and it was also a nice segue to welcoming her and her kid to the club. She wasn’t sure how the class would be and her daughter was nervous I think so it was nice to be able to reassure her that it was a casual, congenial, and occasionally silly affair.
Legit Nerd likes to dance to 70s and 80s music in a way that embarrasses the teens and makes them exclaim proudly that they weren’t born when this music came out. Enjoy it, kids. It won’t last. 😉