A Bird? A Plane? A Pair of Goofballs?
Juliann and I jumped at a recent Groupon to take a trapeze class in the east Valley. Fresh off the airplane, I met Julez for the class, more than a bit nervous. What if I got up there and couldn’t make the jump? After seeing Min’s video from the same class, I was pretty sure I’d set myself up for yet another situation of “what have I gotten myself into here…”
What I got myself into was more fun than I’d had in a very long time. It was screaming, exhilarating, heart-pumping, adrenaline fueled FUN. I jumped, I flew, I swung and then I giggled like a little kid watching Juliann doing the same:
Rinse and repeat. We did this for two hours until we were so exhausted, we hurt. It is a remarkably good workout, in part because your heart is pumping so fast. I am bruised from head to toe from landing on the nets and my feet are sore from climbing the little ladder. All said and done, I’d do it again right now if I had the chance.
This was called “the catch.” And while I wasn’t able to swing around and grab my own swing again mid-air — I was really happy to have caught the other trapeze guy.
While watching others take their turn, an elderly man sitting next to me who had brought his granddaughter, received a call on his cell phone that was the icing on the cake.
Him: “You’ll never guess where I am?” (in a slow, loud, elderly drawl)
Caller: wahahwahwahwahwaha (Charlie Brown’s teacher’s voice)
Him: “I’m at the trapeze school with Jasmine. You know. TRAPEZE. T-R-A-P-E-E-G!”
And of course my sidekick in this latest crazy adventure and I finished the morning with a much deserved brunch over continued giggles and slaps on the back for our new-found love of yet another bizarre sport.
Try Trapeeg, friends. You’ll love it. I couldn’t have scheduled a better way to rebound after a long couple of days of work and travel aggravation.