My youngest sister is quite cool. She sometimes likes to do things that I would call “outside of the box”. I am more of the “stay inside the box” type. Because of that, I love to live through some of her experiences, vicariously.
A couple of weeks ago, she underwent a truly unique experience that she shared in her blog and she kindly gave me permission to share it with all of you.
I think it’s gutsy and hilarious at the same time and I’m so proud of her….
Do you all remember when my husband gave me a certificate for trapeze
lessons for my birthday? Well six months later, I finally got up the
courage to do it. I was scared out of my mind.
Once we arrived at Trapeze U,
they got my belt on and gave me a quick rundown of what I was expected
to do. Hook my knees over the bar and let go? I was the monkey bar queen
in elementary school. I had this.
I got to the top and stood on what seemed like the world’s tiniest
platform where they clipped me in and gave me another quick rundown of
what to do. (Look how high I am!).
Ready, set, go! (or “hep” as they say in trapeze speak). The following
picture is terrible but I think the hilarious expression on my face says
it all. Black Swan I am not.
I tried with every ounce of strength I could muster but I couldn’t get
my legs up and get my knees hooked over the bar. After hoofin’ it up
that ladder three more times and still not getting it, I was feeling
super spent and super defeated.
My dear friends Laura and Jill were planning to show up and give me
support (you gals rule!) but I quickly texted them both and told them to
stay home. There is absolutely no way I’d want anyone to witness my
lack of trapeze talent. I mean seriously – look at what a mess I was.
At this point, I was ready to quit and quietly watch the other flyers.
Coach Dylan wasn’t having that. He gave me a much needed pep talk and
pointed out that I was making a simple mistake. I was trying to lift my
legs at the wrong moment and the momentum wasn’t working to my
So…I decided to give it one last shot.
And I did it!
Taking Dylan’s advice made the knee hook (or whatever the heck it’s
called) so much easier. There was a small crowd at the class and I could
literally hear the ladies on the side breathe an audible sigh of relief
followed by cheers when I got my knees hooked. I was pretty pathetic
and I’m sure they felt sorry for me.
I did it a couple more times and each time I was able to get my knees
up. I can’t say that I did it with any style or grace but I was just
stoked to finally be doing it! Towards the end of the class, they
thought that I would be able to attempt another trick. (A little
ambitious of them, maybe?). They explained that I would be doing the
whole knee hook thing again but when I let go with my hands, I’d swing
over to the other instructor and he would catch me. Seriously!?! If I
can barely hook my knees how on earth am I going to pull this off?
So I climbed up to the top of the world’s teeniest platform for the 10th time (I was wiped) and went for it.
I DID IT!!! I seriously did it. Such an incredible, amazing feeling. I had to sit down and take it all in.
While I’m pretty sure I’m not going to run off with the circus anytime soon, I would take more classes through Trapeze U
in a heartbeat and am looking forward to signing up again soon. Dylan
and the rest of the staff were amazing – they could clearly sense my
fear and self defeatist attitude and gave me the encouragement and tools
I needed to accomplish something I never thought I’d be able to do.