Coach A. introduced me to the Cha-Cha the other day. I can't decide whether she's supremely confident in my ability to pass the WD and the RB or she's straight out of her mind with boredom having to plough the same furrow week after blessed week with a creaky old white haired man. Either way we're entering Terra Incognito.
The Cha Cha. What does "BK" (step 6) mean?
So, I'm at that phase of a new dance where just attempting to remember the steps and the pattern are trouble enough. Some day I hope to get to the rarefied stage where I can look at a new dance pattern and think to myself "Ah yes, the so-and-so element which I diligently mastered in the previous dance has provided me with the firm foundation to tackle this new bit" rather than "Good God, I'm back at square one". But enough of that. Today diaristfamily decided to go to Quiet Waters Park in Annapolis for a "therapeutic walk" after a hectic work week. The sun was shining, the temperature was in the upper 60s, and there was a pleasant breeze--just enough to offset the heat of the sun without making one chilly--perfect for walking and sunbathing.
We followed the trail through the woods down to the South River.
Looking across to the near shore.
I was standing next to this tree when I took the two previous photos. Judging from the erosion under the tree's roots, perhaps not one of my smarter ideas!
I was surprised to see only a few boats out on what was a beautiful day. Not many days like this are left in this sailing season.
Diaristwoman and diaristdaughter decided to grab a bench in the sun with a view.
It was deliciously lazy to sit in the sun, watching and listening to the water lapping against the bulkhead.
We walked back to the main park building. There was an outdoor art show with vendor tents.
Mostly hand made jewelry, watercolors and the like were on offer.
However, this is my main interest in Quiet Waters park.
The Zamboni entrance. It's still a bit warm for ice dancing. Give it another six weeks. Diaristdaughter and I will return!
I haven't posted in a while. Mary, over at the Fit and Fed blog, got so bored she started reading the posts on my sailing blog spot--how bad is that? Babbette over at the Ice Doesn't Care wondered if I was still skating. Now this is better than when Jaston Williams, in the role of church lady Vera Carp, gives a long absent parishioner a startled glance and blurts out "I was told you were dead!" "Now I don't know who told me that but I'm sooo glad they're wrong!"
The short answer is yes I'm still kickin'--but with my dodgy history of busted arms and cracked heads the question is justified--and thanks for asking!
The longer answer is that I've been in the trenches all summer. You know the drill: take a coached lesson, go practice, repeat. Glacial progress with nothing particularly juicy and delicious to blog about. My goal is to finally test the two remaining pre-bronze dances before year's end, but those judges are sooo picky.
Coach A. tells me, week after week, to bend my knees more, and to pay attention to extension of the free leg. Who hasn't heard that a few million times? Aside: Coach A. is a lovely young woman, about the age of my daughter. I give her full marks for working overtime to make the same comments such as "bend your knees and ankles more" seem like new revelations heard for the very first time. I'm sure internally she's thinking "for the love of God, man, just bend your knees." Or, "Please, just once show me that your joints are actually capable of articulation ."
So this past Friday at the late afternoon public session I worked on just those two items. I won't bore you with my attempts to remember to extend my free leg and point the toe of the boot (esp, the left leg), but I will weigh in on the subject of knee/ankle bend.
Without mirrors it's hard to see whether or not you're actually bending your knees and ankles while keeping your back straight. The plexi above the boards can reveal only so much as you sneak a peek. So, I decided to bend grotesquely, as in more than usual, while doing swing rolls and progressives. Down, down, down. Finally I could feel my ankles against the tongues of the boots. The first thing I noticed was that progressives became smoother. After a few more laps I realized that if I got down deep enough in my knees and ankles to feel the tongue of my boots this posture forced me back on my blades, away from the toe picks.
No doubt most of you reading that last sentence are thinking "well Dumbo, what took so long?"
Sometimes the big Ah-Ha moments in skating as well as life come from self experimentation. But before I get too comfortable with this nugget of serendipity I'll run it by Coach A. She'll probably nod in agreement but then tell me that I additionally need to keep my back straight(er) or some such. Or worse, she'll tell me while the basic concept is OK I'll need to unlearn it so that I can do it in a more contorted but correct fashion. Axel Paulsen may have gotten away with teaching himself to jump on speed skates in the 1870s but in this day and age, self taught "keepers", at least in my experience, are few and far between.
Oh, one other thing she's been working on with me is that groups of moves which fall under the category of "presentation moves". You know, those fancy little flourishes at the beginnings and ends of dances. She tells me that just because the music ends abruptly I shouldn't quit the dance abruptly. Instead she wants us to glide, hand in hand on one foot towards the judges. Additionally, I'm supposed to smile at the judges. "No, that's not a smile, that's a grimance." All this grooming and good manners stuff reminds me of an old New Yorker cartoon which featured an after hours janitor answering a telephone with the punchline "Mrs. Farthingale's Charm School--what the hell you want?"
Anyway, that's what I've been doing on my summer vacation. To rehash, goals for the remainder of the year include getting the Dutch Waltz and the Rhythm Blues successfully in my rear view mirror. Since my coach is starting to nit pick over relatively small items like presentation moves, these goals might actually happen!
I'll leave you with this short youtube clip which introduces the topic of posture, knee bend, etc. One thing that I found interesting in this clip is a dance called the Novice Foxtrot (about at the 3 min mark of the video). Although the progressives are being done on a 4 beat count they seem short changed a couple beats by the immediacy of the following swing roll. I've tried this and while it's a "feel good" kinda thing, it doesn't directly feed into any of the dances I'm working on. If nothing else you can enjoy (or not) the plumy Brit accent of the moderator! And mind that posture!
