“A Day in the Life of Bel”, Days 2 and 3: DANCE DANCE DANCE!!!

Day 1

Hi everyone! Today is Saturday, July 15, 2017. It is currently 11:34pm as I sit in my bed, typing away.

I am absolutely EXHAUSTED from a full day of dancing, so today’s post will be brief and blander than usual, and for that, I apologize in advance.

I woke up at 6:00am and went straight from bed to the living room, where I strapped on my AIDA dance shoes and practiced the new cha-cha and samba choreography I learned yesterday.

Breakfast was two slices of peanut butter toast, some fruit, and a glass of water. At 8:15am, my dad drove me to the Caltrain station, where I caught the 8:59am train to San José for my LONG day at the studio.

I arrived at the Top Dance Ballroom at 10:00am. My dance teacher walked in at about the same time I entered, and the two of us ended up leaving the studio together as well, at 7:30pm.

I practiced my new choreography until my two lessons at 4:30pm, with several breaks in between, of course. Practice was pretty alright today. As my primary goal was to learn the steps to my new routines, I was mostly marking the steps, instead of going full-out, the way I would during practice rounds.

I learned a new paso doblé routine during my 4:30pm-6:00pm lesson. By the end of my lesson, I could barely feel my feet, and my brain was a blob of pink mush. This was probably the longest day I’ve spent training at the studio… but I’m preparing for a big competition in early September, and I would like to train as best I can, in these short six weeks I have between now and the comp.

I felt a lot more like myself today, when training hard. I love immersing myself in the pursuit of a goal. I feel accomplished at the end of the day!

At 7:30pm, Irene, a friend from the dance studio, took me out to dinner at “Athena’s Grill”, a wonderful Greek restaurant. I was famished after a day of dancing, especially since all I had to eat after breakfast were blueberries, grapes, a banana, a Cliff bar and a single stick of “Extra” chewing gum. Irene and I feasted on lamb ribs and this one Greek dish that starts with an “M” (I can’t remember the name!). The food was great, and, best of all, the entire meal only cost about $40. Very much worth it.

For dessert, we went to the “Paris Baguette” café and split a mocha cake. The two of us chatted up a storm on the ride back to my house.

At around 11:00pm, Irene dropped me off at my place. I craved for nothing more than a hot shower and the comfort of my warm bed.

And now, here I am, so ready to go to sleep. My eyes are literally half shut as I type. I know how on-the-surface this blog post was, and I’ll make it up with a better quality piece for tomorrow.

Hope you all have a wonderful night!

Day 2

Hello again, friends! It’s currently 8:17pm on Sunday, July 16, 2017, as I sit on my bed, typing away. Today was another very long day of dancing, and I am so looking forward to going to sleep soon.

I woke up at 6am and hobbled down the hardwood stairs. My feet were still sore  and swollen from the previous day’s training. My mom was already awake and bustling about the kitchen when I joined her. I cannot remember what I had for breakfast… oh wait, now I do! I had a bowl of congee and some apples.

After eating breakfast, I went back to my room to read some more “Wuthering Heights”. Here’s the thing about reading horizontally in bed while drowsy– you are almost guaranteed to fall asleep. And fall asleep I did. It wasn’t until 10:00am that I woke up! It’s becoming a really bad habit of mine to wake up super early and get ready for my day, only to change my mind and decide to go back to bed. Might partly be the jet lag speaking as well.

Having woken up for the second time, I packed my dance bag and bag filled with energizing snacks (almonds, grapes, bananas) and drove to the studio, with my mom in the passengers’ seat this time. I trained from 11:00am to 4:30pm, with some breaks in between. I rehearsed my samba and cha-cha routines and finished learning my paso doblé. Three routines done in three dance lessons. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself!

At 4:30pm, I walked from the dance studio to a nearby Molly Stones to get a snack. The heat was blistering! Definitely a huge contrast to Europe, where it was mostly windy and cloudy (at least during the couple weeks we were there). At Molly Stones, I bought a bowl of chicken noodle soup with cornbread on the side for fortification. These two ladies handing out sample food at stations set up throughout the grocery store had be try cucumbers with some really delicious creamy sauce, and salami withe cheese (except I didn’t eat the cheese, ’cause I am not a fan). My mom picked me up at 5:00pm, and we went straight home from there.

The first thing I did when I got home was take a warm shower. Still not ready for cold showers yet, as I’m recovering from a cold, and don’t want to get sick again. I planed my schedule out for the coming week and read “Wuthering Heights” while seated right in front of the fan, until dinnertime arrived. My parents were insistent on me eating dinner, but I was honestly quite full from the food I had eaten earlier. To appease their worry about my diet, I drank my grandma’s corn/eggdrop soup and ate some chicken curry that Chris had made from scratch.

After dinner, I fixed myself a hot foot bath infused with epson salts and soothed my feet in the water while sitting on the sofa, reading the same book I’ve been fixated with for the past week or so. I spilled some of the salt water on the hardwood floor, which warranted a scolding from mom, who is always uptight about taking care of furniture and the like.

And now, here I am, finishing up this blog post! It is so, so hot in my upstairs bedroom right now. A shean of sweat has broken across my forehead. I really crave a whole, uncarved watermelon right now, just to put it on my belly as a cooling-down strategy.

Tomorrow will be another day of dancing, as well as coaching gymnastics. Please forgive me, dear readers, for not being able to write in as much detail and depth as of late! I’ve just been physically exhausted each day from training, and all I want to do when I come home from the studio is just sleep.

I will actually be sleeping soon, after I conclude this post. Ahh, sweet dreams, here I come!





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