Finally, something to show on the rope.
Closed back balance
Half catchers descent (total crap)
Front balance (got caught on my leggings and actually ripped them!)
Hip lock, but ran out of space
While it’s not much to look at, it’s the start of a longer sequence in development. I’ve taken about 10 vertical rope classes so far and am in absolute love with it. For lack of a better word, it’s “pure.” It’s insanely challenging, painful, frustrating, painful and yet rewarding. Did I mention it was painful? It makes me feel strong and empowered. It also challenges my brain in ways the trapeze doesn’t. Just trying to figure out where the rope is taking weight and how to navigate around it without falling out of the shape takes a lot of mental power. If I zone out even for a second, I’m hosed.
I honestly hope to have something relatively entertaining put together for Flipside in May, but it’s going to take a lot of work. Between this and preparing for Madame Pain’s Boudoir Circus in June, I’m at my max. Nadia and I will be doing a doubles trapeze piece for the show – it’s been a fascinating experience to be a part of the production process and see the show finally start to take shape. Although Nadia and I still have no idea what exactly we’re going to do yet. But it will be cool. At least we hope.
I’m a little bit overwhelmed right now between balancing opportunity and obligation. There is so much right at my fingertips, but it would come at the expense of so much. So, so much. But I’m guessing I probably only have about 4 – 5 years left at aerial stuff before my body starts to protest. I suppose I don’t need to figure it all out today. But it must be sorted out soon.