Jill Murray
I was going to write about another theme entirely, but then something miraculous happened:
Way back in February 2004 (I think. I know it was before this blog post, and it was winter.) I broke my toe while practicing a sequence of moves which, honestly, is in no way dangerous, and shouldn’t involve breaking anything.
But I have a talent for that kind of injury. I could hardly walk for almost 8 weeks after the accident, and the experience left me with a severe mental block that prevented me even attempting the moves in sequence again.
Here’s MaeHem, at Street Dance Academy in Toronto, doing the beloved move– a simple pop from a crab freeze to a chair freeze- in which I managed, however incongruously, to hurt myself:
I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do it again.
But I was wrong!
Yesterday, in JoDee’s b-boy/girl-ing class, we ended the class with chair freezes. And for some reason (Perhaps because it was my 25th class of the month? Hmm?) I forgot to be afraid.
I did the freeze by itself, no problem. Then I started to get bored, and tried it on my awkward side– and it worked again. Then I added some six-step before the freeze, and and without even thinking about it, popped right into it, like it was no big deal. Since the hard part was over, I rolled over to do it on the other side, then tracked around, to finish with a headstand– an actually-kind-of-impressive cool-looking sequence of events!
It was sloppy; it was messy; it was slow.
But it was a miracle. To suddenly get the move– and my interest in b-girling– back, almost six years to the day from when I hurt myself was more than I could have asked for and way more than I ever expected.
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