Unlike Suetonius, in his famous comment to Julius Caesar in 49 BC, I don't plan to cross the Rubicon in defiance of the Roman Senate. But in a similar sense, my fate is now defined. I will compete at ISI district IV's spring competition. There's no turning back. I've paid my $55.00 for (maybe) 45 seconds of skating time in front of my adoring public--oh, how they love me (big news for them). What was I thinking?
For the sake of my two dear constant readers I should back up just a tad and provide the back story from this afternoon's lesson with my long suffering Coach A.
As noted in a previous post Coach A., as befits a good coach, was busy imploring her students (which includes moi) to consider the upcoming spring comp. Up until now I have resisted the notion of competition. Testing is one thing but competition seemed beastly and undignified for a person of my considerable gravitas. However this cunning woman had a card up her sleeve: She said "I know you want to dance the Canasta Tango rather than the Dutch Waltz but in order to do that you must pass ISI Dance 3 no later than today." I've been trying to pass Dance 3--like forever. As an organization, ISI is a stickler in that skaters must have passed the level which contains a given skill prior to competing at a level containing that skill. USFSA, in contrast, allows skaters to "punch above their weight" so to speak. But this is an ISI competition and the CT is a Dance 3 level skill. I had previously passed Dance level 2.
Dance 3, in addition to the CT also demands that students pass the Rhythm Blues--an evil dance which posses a series of tricky tuck behind steps in the end pattern. Many times has your diarist crashed and burnt while attempting "blues expression" in this particular dance. I was in a grim mood.
But Coach A. was insistent. And so we gave it a go. And much to my surprise I pulled the proverbial rabbit out of the hat. We somehow managed to skate the RB cleanly twice and with that I passed! With that hurtle out of the way we shifted gears and spent the rest of our time cleaning up my CT skills. No, I can't show you the Dance 3 badge today but "soon come, Mon, soon come" as they say down in the islands.
I now have roughly a month to make the CT competition worthy. Coach A. threw me one last curve: she prefers Hernando's Hideaway over Besame Mucho. The things I suffer for my art.