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freyakitten) wrote2006-01-31 03:28 pm
freyakitten) wrote2006-01-31 03:28 pm
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Itchy. Itchy itchy itchy. Not as itchy as last week, and the lip-blisters went down as soon as I got away from spray deodorant, so I'll add that to my list of 'explain gently and then complain bitterly until people remember' allergies. Others were remembered by random people throughout this trip, so I am very happy. I did not get mint blown in my face, nor cigarette smoke, nor chewing gum. Good people. Pat pat.
The hyperactivity which plagued me at intervals throughout the bridge trip has finally broken (yay for feeling able to dance the night through and bloody well trying to, sitting very few songs out, on a boiling hot night where the singlet I was wearing was too much outside the club, much less on the inadequately airconditioned dance floor, and singing along to every song I knew with impromptu harmony, probably startling various (interstate, and may not see again) dance partners who went to sit down at intervals), so now there is only the feedback. Still-healing feet-blisters, slightly bruised foot bones, brainfog, general lassitude, and lactic acid oboy. Not sure if the backache is unhappy kidneys again or just muscle-ache from dips done with flabby muscles. Liver definitely a little tender. Reflux nasty, has been all trip, except when I pulled an attempted all-nighter when, by rights, I should have been nauseous all the next day.
Bastard booked me a doctors' appointment for Friday stupid o'clock. He's a good boy.
Still, in better health than I usually am at the end of a bridge trip. The nasal saline, overdosing on vitamins, echinacea, mineral supplements and antihistamines appears to have paid off. Yay.
Must organise dancing lessons. Remind me about those until I do it. There's only one Ceroc place that does classes on Wednesday nights, or after, not during, work for Bastard, in Adelaide as far as I can see.
The hyperactivity which plagued me at intervals throughout the bridge trip has finally broken (yay for feeling able to dance the night through and bloody well trying to, sitting very few songs out, on a boiling hot night where the singlet I was wearing was too much outside the club, much less on the inadequately airconditioned dance floor, and singing along to every song I knew with impromptu harmony, probably startling various (interstate, and may not see again) dance partners who went to sit down at intervals), so now there is only the feedback. Still-healing feet-blisters, slightly bruised foot bones, brainfog, general lassitude, and lactic acid oboy. Not sure if the backache is unhappy kidneys again or just muscle-ache from dips done with flabby muscles. Liver definitely a little tender. Reflux nasty, has been all trip, except when I pulled an attempted all-nighter when, by rights, I should have been nauseous all the next day.
Bastard booked me a doctors' appointment for Friday stupid o'clock. He's a good boy.
Still, in better health than I usually am at the end of a bridge trip. The nasal saline, overdosing on vitamins, echinacea, mineral supplements and antihistamines appears to have paid off. Yay.
Must organise dancing lessons. Remind me about those until I do it. There's only one Ceroc place that does classes on Wednesday nights, or after, not during, work for Bastard, in Adelaide as far as I can see.
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I haven't heard any tips given by instructors for dealing with height mismatches.
Ceroc spins done properly are almost height-immaterial - a textbook spin has the follow hold their arm rigid with palm in front and a bit higher than forehead while the leader inscribes a halo in a *horizontal* plane around their head. It breaks down as soon as the follow succumbs to the temptation to jam their hand straight up in the air, or the lead doesn't know where horizontal is. I dance regularly with a few ladies who are 6 foot ( > me ) with no apparent problem.
Drops in Ceroc are even more neutral. The big secret is that the lady is actually working quite hard - normally with her right quads - to control herself going down and bringing herself back up. The guy is there for providing frame and balance, and usually the initial impetus to get the lady moving back up. Much of the work is done by the lady. Anybody who thinks a random bloke can lift a random lady from a full-arm-extension drop without her doing a bunch of work needs to stop and think about the fact that her quads are bigger than any muscles in his arms and the reason for that is that they normally have to shift her weight around :-) I have also done a one-arm dip on one of the instructor guys who looks like a gridiron defensive tackle. He'd have a good 20kg on me but with the right technique... no problem.
That said, the larger the size differential, the less important safety-footwork and handholds become when the guy is heavier. I was able to do dips on Freya without her footwork being anything to write home about - after all I hadn't taught it to her thoroughly. Conversely, I've done some aerials with a lady I'd guess is a touch over my weight. The technique is critical now... once she slid off my leg head-first in a dress rehearsal. Maybe she's just crazy though - still went ahead with the performance 5 minutes later!