Oh, lord, let me count the times! If I had a dollar for each one, I'd buy us all new bedlahs. The most recent was when I started to teach an up and down Maia with a figure eight transition a couple of weeks ago. It looked so pretty when I practiced it, but I got to class and my hips went into some kind of snit right in front of God and everybody. Blech. Right frosted my apricots, it did.
This is a well-known phenomenon in everything from dance classes to cello lessons, so don't frash yourself too bad, Fatinah. Mark it up to experience and the mysteries of the universe, and let it go.
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