Firefighting & Ballet

I went from climbing aerial ladders in full bunker gear and hauling axes and roof ladders on top of a high school roof last night to practicing plies and pointing my non-ballerina toes tonight. From firefighting to ballet, it's all in the life of me.

I decided to relive some of my stress from this adoption process by taking an adult ballet class. Mind you, I have never taken a ballet class in my life. A friend of mine from church, who is an experienced dancer, convinced me to go with her. Figuring I could use some good exercising...I can only peddle around the block on bike so many times before I get bored...I decided to take her up on her offer. I mean really, how hard could it be? Remember the paragraph above about hauling axes and ladders up an inclined ladder? Well I am now biting my tongue and trying not to say bad words. My first class basically killed me. First of all I don't know French, so who knows what in the world some of these moves are. Second, I didn't know knees could bend that way. And third, I didn't know I could bend that way. Needless to say, while I am walking around tonight with jello legs and I probably won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow, I am standing a little straighter and I find myself pointing my toes. I will probably continue taking this class until we get our daughter, and then she can take my place and I will happily resume hauling heavy metal items onto rooftops.