But I *can* wear leggings in a single sex class. So tonight was not a problem. My ankle was bothering me a lot - even with good boots, walking on slushy or ill-shoveled sidewalks is difficult. I decided this was not the night to split on heels, jump or run.
We had a couple of extra students in the class - Nechama, eight years old, yellow plus one orange stripe, and...um. We've had Devorah's daughter Batsheva, nine years old, in our class for months now. She's a delight. She tries very hard, even if she doesn't get things quite right, she listens to what she's told, and she has the most wonderful, joyful smile. We all love Batsheva. We loved her even more after this class.
The other was Instructor Matti, who is nineteen and red-to-black advanced. Her younger sister is a blue belt in my class. And, well. I have to say this. She made me feel - good. She was graceful enough, and skilled, and very strong, but she's also not just taller than me (even the teen-agers are taller than me), but rounder. And she *wasn't* perfect. She rolled better, but I fell better. And that means I won't be so hopeless when it comes to advancement. I hope.
Also, last week, I got the orange belts to do their rolls and falls from the orange belt position, which they weren't doing. And they did beautifully today, too. :)
Also. Orange belt is pressure points, and I was partnered with an orange belt. The pressure point they learned is at the rib cage. I know it hurts because when I used it on her, it hurt. Not every pressure point works with everyone. This one doesn't work for me. I don't think it's a fat thing, either. It's just me.