Not So Much With the Greatest of Ease

Everyday, I take Winston for a walk through the park to the lake, and on that little walk, we pass this.

A flying trapeze.
And we pause to watch people fly through the air and I think, "I could probably do that.  It doesn't look that hard."

So I finally signed up to put my strength and ego to the test. 

And it didn't go so well.

The instruction on the very first night went something like this:

"Tonight, you are going to jump off of the platform, hook your legs on the bar, look as far back as possible, arch your back, tuck your legs, then flip off of the bar.  Later someone will catch you.  Listen to the instructor yelling at you.  But don't think about it."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Did you get that last part?  Yeah, me neither.  I'm a thinker.  An overthinker.  So my first few times were a little rough.  I was anticipating the instructions being yelled, so usually I would let go too soon.  And timing is EVERYTHING!

Not even close on this try

I was pretty much the least graceful person ever, getting my foot caught in the rope and stuck on the bar and falling on my head quite a lot.

Look, I'm FLYING!

I mean FALLING

But after a few tries, I started getting the hang of it.  I'm no circus performer, but the tricks were successful at least!  I just have trouble with the being caught part. 

I took three classes and have one left.  But I'm kind of hooked now.  It's all super addicting: the rush of jumping, the challenge of making your body do things 30 feet in the air, and that final feeling of accomplishment, even when you fail.  I'll for sure be back next summer.

The ONE time I made the catch!

One day left to accomplish 7 more things.  Will it happen!?