High Flyer
My first circus class was yesterday and I’m here to report that it was AWESOME. I can see myself easily getting addicted to this. It reminded me somewhat of the gymnastics classes that I took for a year or two when I was a kid, only with WAY MORE TOYS. It’s like being a kid on a jungle gym. There is an adult acrobatics class happening at the same time as my aerial one, and yesterday at least, there were also a couple of circus folks at the gym training as well. I kept looking around seeing all sorts of stuff I wanted to try out. Crazy acrobatics moves. Tumbling. The juggler who was balancing on not one, but what looked like three teeter boards. One of these things. For us, yesterday was focused on learning some basic trapeze and rope skills. Fun as hell, but I can tell you, some of the rope tricks hurt, yo! My body is going to have to do some adjusting. Also, my arms felt like they were going to fall off. I was concentrating so hard on learning the basic skills however, that I didn’t really notice them getting tired until the end of class, when I started realizing that I couldn’t pull myself up at all anymore. That was when I noticed the pain. I foresee the need for lots of pull-ups. I can’t wait to go back next week though. It was every bit as much fun as I was hoping it would be.
Tonight I will be going to the Salon of Shame, which is always a good time. I’m looking forward to witnessing the hilarity of overly earnest teenage writing, badly written poems, and naïve (innocent?) musings on romance.
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