Movement with Vladimir is one of the most physically challenging classes that I have ever taken. We jump and jump and jump until we can’t jump anymore; we walk like animals; we stretch our wrists, our shoulders, our arms, our legs in ways they haven’t stretched since we were babies; we do acrobatics; we do all kinds of things that are so insanely difficult and unheard of that I have to remind myself of that little phrase I commented on in an earlier post: cherez ya nye ma gool = going through the “I can’t.”

Because what my body is telling me is that I can’t…

“Lydia, you can’t bend your back that way; you can’t jump that high; you can’t leap that far; you can’t land softly on the ground like a feather falling to earth; you can’t hold yourself in that position that long; you can’t put your feet over your head like that; you can’t crawl like that; you can’t, you can’t, you can’t, you can’t, you can’t, you can’t.” I CAN. And I WANT TO. IT’S FUN!

I may not be pretty doing it – in fact, I may be legitimately ugly doing it – but I am tired of letting my body be in control of what I can and can’t do. My “will” is in charge now. My desire to play and explore the physical capacity of my limbs and my core and my inner strength are going to, by the power of my will, overtake any hesitancy or self-doubt. If I succeed in doing any of these exercises well, it will be because I am committed to doing them with joy, and doing them with all my heart.

Also, by December I think I just might have some six-pack abs to bring back with me to the States. We will find out in time just how introverted or extroverted they are, but I am definitely rooting for them to make themselves known.