She Flies through the Air, with the Greatest of Ease
Krisp and I joined some friends for a day trip to Baltimore this weekend to learn to trapeze. Yep, you read that right, we hung from a small bar 22 feet suspended in the air.
Unfortunately, the title refers to Krisp, not me. I flew through the air with the greatest of fear. I’m talking abject terror. Just thinking about it makes my heart rate speed up and my palms sweat.
It started out so well. You first practice on the ground. Hands on the bar, legs up, knees on the bar, let go with the hands, hands back on the bar, knees down. My heart rate went up a bit, but I figured it was excitement.
Next challenge, the real trapeze. (I should note that we are totally harnessed in. I’m in more danger of falling while walking down the street.)
Watching the people ahead of me climb up, I felt a little apprehensive, but mostly excited. Then I climbed the latter. Apprehension became panic. My heart was racing, my palms were sweating and I started to feel light headed.
Once I hit the top platform, I became pretty sure I was going to have to climb right back down. Luckily we came with several friends, all of whom would mock me for months if I didn’t get on the trapeze. So I did.
We have a video proof of me standing on the platform and swinging from the trapeze – thank goodness because I have no memory of anything after my feet left the ground.
I don’t think the circus will be calling me anytime soon. Despite several more times up the latter, I never completed the first trick. But I didn’t climb down the latter, so that’s something.
On the other hand, Krisp may soon be a Flying Wallenda. She did it all – she even swung from her trapeze and was caught by the instructor hanging from another trapeze. Impressive stuff!
I can’t believe I paid money to be frightened half to death… but we’re going back in two weeks to do it again. And next time, the circus better watch out!
Unfortunately, the title refers to Krisp, not me. I flew through the air with the greatest of fear. I’m talking abject terror. Just thinking about it makes my heart rate speed up and my palms sweat.
It started out so well. You first practice on the ground. Hands on the bar, legs up, knees on the bar, let go with the hands, hands back on the bar, knees down. My heart rate went up a bit, but I figured it was excitement.
Next challenge, the real trapeze. (I should note that we are totally harnessed in. I’m in more danger of falling while walking down the street.)
Watching the people ahead of me climb up, I felt a little apprehensive, but mostly excited. Then I climbed the latter. Apprehension became panic. My heart was racing, my palms were sweating and I started to feel light headed.
Once I hit the top platform, I became pretty sure I was going to have to climb right back down. Luckily we came with several friends, all of whom would mock me for months if I didn’t get on the trapeze. So I did.
We have a video proof of me standing on the platform and swinging from the trapeze – thank goodness because I have no memory of anything after my feet left the ground.
I don’t think the circus will be calling me anytime soon. Despite several more times up the latter, I never completed the first trick. But I didn’t climb down the latter, so that’s something.
On the other hand, Krisp may soon be a Flying Wallenda. She did it all – she even swung from her trapeze and was caught by the instructor hanging from another trapeze. Impressive stuff!
I can’t believe I paid money to be frightened half to death… but we’re going back in two weeks to do it again. And next time, the circus better watch out!
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