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Circus pain is the BEST pain

I am warning you ahead of time that this post is LENGTHY, even for me.

SCORE!

I finally got to class last night.  Part of the total awesomeness is that they offer a first class for free to everyone.  So, there I am, all ready to do some circus stuff.  I was told that two other people would be coming but that I could start stretching out and stuff since I was already there.  Cool. 

The class started at 6, but in Miami time that means people show up a bit late.  (Although, I tend to be fairly prompt and not run my schedule on CP Time, there are certainly an abundance of folks working on Hispanic time here.)

The owner/instructor (O/I) asked me what I knew and what I wanted to work on.  I told him about what I had previously done and that I really wanted to learn silks.  He nodded and pointed me in the direction of them.

I don't think that he would have moved as quickly with someone with no experience, but hey, I don't know exactly how he runs his gig.  I was okay with it.  He showed me some "basic" stuff like how to wrap my feet in the silks and some turning around trick.  Umm, ouch.  My feet hurt.  I never knew there was silks pain.  But, I think I was putting the silks in the wrong place on my foot (more towards my heel and not in the arch).  I also did some climbing and a little wrap.  Ha, my hands hurt too.  They need to adjust to grabbing the silks.

After we had gone over this stuff, the other two had shown up.  Cutest couple.  Today is her birthday so it was a mini-present for her.  I'm guessing they were in their early 20s, but I'm a horrible judge.  Even as a bartender, if you look like you might not be 30, I'm carding you.  Take it as a compliment.

They did some stretching and then we all did some tumbling work.  I completely love that he has a belt rigged where it is so that my back handspring can be spotted without me worrying about kicking someone in the head.  So, we did front handsprings and front walkovers, then back handsprings and back tucks, then a back handspring, back tuck combo.  Fun, but I ain't going to the Olympics any time soon. 🙂

After floor, we brought out the trampoline.  There are (at least) two types of trampoline beds – beds are the jumpy part.  I'd venture to guess that most people are familiar with this kind:

It gives you a good bounce but you don't have to worry about catching a toe or anything in it.  These are the ones I've mostly used, although I've been fortunate enough to get my hands/feet/butt on one of these bad boys:

That's the super close-up view.  Those beds are like the professional/Olympian ones.  Since there are holes, you get way less drag and you bounce STUPID high!  It can actually be scary, especially if you haven't gotten the stop-bounce down.

Anyways, we got to do back flips and front flips on the trampoline.  It isn't as easy as it sounds to do it and do it properly and safely.  Back in my hayday (sp?), I could do some rocking back flips.  Tucked, piked, laid out, I could do them.  I learned it in like a day in Africa when some folks pestered me until I tried it.  Good times.

After trampoline (thank goodness there were three of us or I would've been wiped out by this point), we moved over to the trapeze.  Let me just say that I am so far out of circus shape that it is totally disgusting.  O/I asked me if I knew a couple of moves and I said that I might but I might know them by different names.  He asked me to do one of my favorite moves, monkey roll to ankle hang, but I just didn't feel ready and I didn't have my ankle protectors on.  I came down and my classmates went up for a while.  I felt right at home jumping in with assisting with explanations as O/I is Russian and sometimes his English doesn't come across very well.  He seemed happy to have the help.

After my classmates came back down, I went back up to try a move while swinging.  As O/I was explaining it, I realized that I knew what he wanted, it had just been a damn long time since I did it.  Not only that, when I first learned it, it took me a long damn time to get it right.  Part of it is that I was used to a longer arc in the swing, therefore having more time to complete moves, and part of it is that I'm just trying to remember.  I don't think this will mean much to you, but I was trying to accomplish a chute half-turn.  In a nutshell, I am balancing myself overtop of the trapeze bar and before I get to the peak of the swing, I shoot myself over the bar (facing the floor) and then do a half-turn so I'm facing the ceiling and catch myself on the bar with my ankles.  Didn't happen.  Not for lack of me trying though.  I had to call it quits because I was tired and getting sore and found out at shower time that I had successfully removed some skin from my hip.  I tried to get a photo, but lucky for you, not so much.

Last on the agenda (at around 7:45 when class was supposed to be an hour and started at 6 – BONUS!), were the stretching and conditioning exercises known as "torture wall".  Flexibility is a big problem for me so I was surprised when I did as well as I did.  Basically, for the first one, you stand against the wall while O/I tries to put your shin on your nose.  Then you have to lower the leg slowly and give it back to him so he can try it again.  Three times on each leg.  Next, you stand sideways and see if O/I can split you in half like a wishbone.  Both legs.  Hey, let's turn and face the torture wall while O/I tries to touch your toe to your head by bringing your leg up behind you.  Mmm, mmm fun.  This is where torture wall turns into torture floor.  So how about you lay on the floor on your back and hold on to the trampoline leg.  Bring your legs up so they make a 90 degree angle with your body and then push against him as he tries to push them to the floor back in a natrual position.  Ten.  Times.  Oww.  Think that's it?  Nope.  O/I now sticks a foot under your side, like where your waist is and get those legs back up in a 90 degree.  Now, push against him as he tries to push your legs down to the side.  And oh yeah, keep your side on his shoe.  Pain.  Last exercise is back extensions.  Lay down on the trampoline on your belly and put the top half of your body out over the edge.  Relax.  Now lift your upper half to parallel with the floor.  Again.  Keep your head up or it doesn't count!  Ten more times.

Well, now that you can barely walk and have to drive a stick shift home, you're done!

All in all a great time.  They want me to come back to work out with some other people they have there.  Two of whom are cheerleaders (guys) at FIU.  They have some performances coming up and think that I'd mesh well with them.  They also want me to learn hoop.

So yeah, those last 7 pounds, those will be gone soon although I think they'll come back in the form of muscle which is okay by me too.  I'm putting the frontal enhancements on permanent hold until I break myself doing circus.  Then when I can't walk anymore, maybe I'll think about it.

In closing, I just want to say that if you can find circus classes in your area, GET TO IT!  You'll get to use cool phrases like "listo", "hep", "kip", and "ready on the board!"

PS.  I had three glucosamine pills for dinner last night and I can still walk.  Three more when I get home along with a hot bath MIGHT ensure that I can walk tomorrow.

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Friday the 13th….I’m baaaaaack

But there will be no ROCO because I'm just not feeling it.  You may want to just skip over this post altogether because it will be full of things that I just need to get out there.

  • I believe that 3 years is a decent amount of time to give something a try.  That said, Miami sucks.  No matter what you've seen on television, that's television, and living here, well, as PittGirl would say, is church. (Thanks for the shout.)
  • Getting this piece of paper has become ridiculously important.  It signifies more knowledge, more money, and more distance between me and south Florida.
  • <sarcasm> There is nothing more encouraging than a supervisor questioning your clothing choice of the day (that has been worn on many occasion previously) and stating, with an air of hopefulness in his/her voice, that you look as though you may have an interview today.  </sarcasm>
  • I am dieting and it sucks.  Why am I dieting?  Because it is incorrect for a woman of 5 feet and 1.5 inches to weigh 140 pounds.  Three weeks in and I have lost almost 9 pounds.  That does not suck.
  • Possibly because of dieting, I have recently started forgetting things and have lost my ability to focus, even on things that I enjoy.  This is bad.
  • I now have two gray hairs.  At least they aren't visible.
  • Steve Jobs is the devil and on July 11, I will become one of his minions.
  • In four weeks and one day, I will be toasting the beginning of vacation.  Parrot Bay and mango/pineapples all around.
  • I have a book rolling around in my head and I hope to push it out soon.  It is taking up too much space.  I think it's a good I'm-on-vacation-sitting-at-the-beach/pool-and-I-want-to-read-but-not-think kind of book.
  • Is it football season yet?!?!  No?  Well, in the meantime, go Marlins, I guess.
  • Does ANYONE think that I am coherent when I write?
  • The weekend is nearly upon us and guess what fun I have in store!  Nothing like cleaning the house, eh?
  • Oh, by the way, how does one tell if one is depressed?
  • I am a crappy friend because I neglected to call one of my very best friends on his 30th birthday.  My bad, Ant.  Here's a shout out for your biz.  If you live in the New Jersey or five boroughs, you should stop by and give that a shot.  If you are female, even more so because the boys are eye candy.
  • I miss my friends who "get me" and let me be me.  True friends are still your friends the day after you DDT them onto a concrete floor in a bar in Mexico.
  • Ohhhhh, almost forgot this gem.  Kiddo's father, possibly one of THE biggest asshats moving around on two feet, had the nerve audacity balls non-functioning brain notion that I would add him as a friend on Facebook.  HAHAHAHA.  Just for kicks, I looked at his friends list.  Know what it said?  Dxxxx Kxxxxx has no friends.  Well, DUH!
  • Mmm, right.  Celebrity Circus on NBC.  I have yet to watch the full episode but from the first three acts, well, not so much.  I've seen (and taught) children to do more in a week.
  • I MISS MY CIRCUS STUFF!

You know, I've rambled on long enough regarding things that you, dear reader, aren't so interested in.  I leave you with wishes for a happy weekend.  Shyne on.

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5 word challenge – Listo

Yesterday, I sat on the board, gazing out over the meadow where our trapeze stands.  A gentle breeze rustles the palm fronds as the waves caress the sand where the ocean and beach meet.  It's beautiful.  A complete feeling of peace and calm has overtaken me.  The world looks different from 24 feet in the air, you know?

A little girl runs by.  I recognize her from earlier in the day.  She was all nice and clean then.  Now, she has paint all over her dress and her face as she proudly carries the vase she painted.  It has one flower in it.  Probably for her mom. 

"Hi Allie," I yell down.

"Hi, Sunny," she replies, squinting into the sun to see me.  "See my vase?  It's for my mom!"

"It's beautiful," I tell her because it is.  There's paint outside the lines and it looks like abstract art, but she's 8.

"Are you going to do a trick?" inquiring minds want to know.

"Not right now, kiddo, but if you come back tomorrow, I'll teach you a new one!" 

"Cool!!  I'll see you tomorrow."

I've been here a while.  The people change but the routine stays the same.  It's amazing how people are impressed with the way we are so "intuitive".  When you see the same things day in and day out for months on end, you just know.

I really can't sit still for much longer.  The sun is baking me an even more golden brown as it turns the ends of my locs the most wonderful copper color.  I wish I could get it all that color, but the sun just doesn't work that fast.  My mind starts racing with thoughts only found in the chalk and tape-encrusted back corners of the head of a circus GO.

It's just a quickie.

No one is here yet.

So what if someone sees you, you work here.

It isn't showing off.

You need the practice.

Stop being a wussy!

You see, I've been working my way up to this moment.  I've got the static trapeze down pat.  It doesn't move, hence the name, and the ease in which I picked it up.  I'm a madwoman under the tent.  Upside-down, right-side up, forwards, backwards, flip, spin, twist.  No problem.  It's only 6 feet off of the ground with a 18 inch crash mat underneath.  It might hurt if I fall, but I won't get hurt.

Ever since the last mid-air collision, I've been hesitant to try again.  Hesitation is not for circus GOs.  We are the few, the proud, but not the Marines.  People vacation here just to train with us.  There's no time to be a baby.  We are invincible.

It's getting late and the others will be here soon.  It's now or never.  They know that I've stepped it down a notch.  They're disappointed and they try not to let it show, but I can see it.  I've had that same look in my eye.

I know that it's time to (up)rise to the occasion.  I stand and try to collect my thoughts.  I walk(fly) through the trick in my mind.  My hands are shaking and sweaty.  As I reach into the chalk bag, I tell myself that I can do it.  I didn't go through all of this waiting and torture to not be able to do this.

I can do it.

I can do it.

I can do it.

Swing the bar.

I can do it.

I can do it.

Grab the bar.

I can do it.

Cowboy the riser.

I can do it.

I'm listo.

Ready.  Hep.

Nowhere else on earth does seven seconds take this long.

I drive my legs back in an effort to create velocity.  Don't bend your knees.  As I bring them forward and drive them up, I think about getting my feet into the clouds.  Feet in front!  Another drive backwards in the back end of my swing.  I'm back near the board and closing in on the moment of truth.

I try my best to 'float' myself up onto the bar and while I make it, I don't float.  I've always been a power flyer, but never a very graceful one.  I have less than two seconds to make my move.  It's go time.

I bend myself in half over the bar and I launch myself up and over in a little ball.  I've surprised myself.  I open from the ball, spot the net, and half-turn safely into it, landing on my back.

I truly am invincible!  It's such a rush that I climb right up and do it again.  I've become so engrossed in my flying that I don't even notice that people are watching.  (And why should I care if they are?  They get a show on Wednesday night anyways.)  More importantly, I don't notice that my teammates have arrived.  They sit quietly and watch me work out my issues.  You might think they should offer up commentary, but they know what's best.  I throw my forward over twice more before I get tired.  The adrenaline rush is massive.  I'm estatic.  I'm throwing this in the show.  I love my job.

 

PS.  I know that most of you won't know what the heck this was about so there's a video.  It isn't me but I can't post mine from work.  I'll replace it later.

Update:  Now it's me.

 

FFO

 

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