Only a few weeks left; I'd better get after it. I did check off trapeze lessons - which then essentially disabled me for the better part of four days.
In October, I attended a class at Trapeze School New York. During my staycation, I rolled out of bed and into the suggested attire, grabbed some coffee and headed to their set up near the Navy Yard in DC. They've moved around a bit - used to be near Chinatown - but they now have quite the tent set up snuggled in between the Nationals stadium and I-295. Fortunately, they have an outside trapeze and an inside trapeze for the chillier months. You can take a variety of classes (silks, trampoline, static trapeze) but I went for the classic flying trapeze class - what I guess is likely their most popular class. Upon arrival, I checked in, signed a waiver promising not to sue should I fly uncontrollably off the trapeze, chalked my hands and got ready to go.
The scariest part - climbing up the d*mn ladder to the platform. It was super wobbly and by the time I got up there my heart was typically racing. The best part - flying! I got to go 8-12 times and each time was awesome. I started to get the hang of it after a while, doing knee hangs and back-flip dismounts (which I assure you probably sounds more difficult than they actually are). I left feeling stretched out, full of adrenaline, and already a little sore. Little did I know that the next day I would be indescribably sore. Muscles I didn't realize I had were screaming and my abs were positively wrecked. I understood then why the woman in charge there looked like an Olympic athlete. Here's a pic of me in the air hanging by my knees - sans soreness, it was a lot of fun. :)
