what kind of fools are we?
Running away to join the circus? Not gonna happen. Circus HURTS.
I joined danceboy and mzrowan in an expedition to their local aerial silks practice last night, hosted by frobzwiththingz and klingonlandlady, and attended by a couple other people I don't know, to figure out what all the awesomeness was all about.
Phil kindly showed me a bunch of beginner moves, like how to climb up the silks using muscular expenditure that is Completely Opposite what I do for rock climbing (I mostly failed), how to not get silk-burn on my hands and feet (I mostly succeeded), how not to fall on my face (total success), and how to hurt myself in new and interesting ways while hanging several feet above the (padded) ground, on both the silks and a trapeze bar. I got to curse my broken stomach muscles many times over for failing to let me do cool things, and cheerfully blamed the existence of my kids for everything I failed to do (whether reasonable for not), but did manage to do a couple nifty upside-down things, as demonstrated to the right (thanks to Daniel-with-my-camera).
Today, I am mildly abraded, with a tingly finger, and stiff and sore in places I keep discovering (Daniel says they are all the right places, at least), and am moving more slowly than usual. Great fun! Hope I can do it again sometime.