Oh God, I have the creeping crud. Sooo much crud. My head hurts. My joints hurt. My eyes hurt. My hair
hurts. But most especially my throat hurts. It requires an act of will and courage just to swallow. I am considering a spittoon so I don't have to.
Despite said crud, I somehow not only made it to the rink and out onto the ice this morning, but I had a stellar lesson today. I have finally, finally, more than six months after beginning to attempt a one-foot spin that does not suck, FIGURED OUT HOW TO SPIN CORRECTLY!
*blows horns and whistles*
It happened in the last minute of my lesson, and P and I both clapped and cheered. (Heh, her probably more than me, because I'll bet she's heartily sick of trying to teach me how to spin.) It's far from perfect, but at least I'm getting my weight over my left leg and hitting the right spot on the blade, neither of which have ever happened in combination before.
My toe loop is actually 75% of the way to being a jump! Okay, so I still pre-rotate a lot on the pick in, but there's a hop at the end, dammit. That counts. The arms are getting there too.
I managed a hook into my salchow pretty much the first time trying to get one. I...okay, it won't make sense to anyone who hasn't tried it, so I'll spare you the technical explanation, but it's a big step on the way to having a real salchow that takes off from a back edge and does a full rotation.
My Waltz 8 is an entirely different animal than it used to be. I think I've finally stopped being afraid of the three turns. Now I can go straight from one circle to the next, and then repeat the whole figure, as one has to do for the test.
We worked on waltz jump-toe loop and toe loop-toe loop combinations as well. I...need to check my toe loop landings better to do that, but the first one's all right. Waltz jump is getting better now that I'm concentrating on keeping my head and shoulders up.
I watched the China Beach
finale last night. ( A couple thoughts )