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Trapezery (That’s How You Say It, G-DUB Told Me So)

We’ve already established I like to climb things. I was a gymnast until I was 12. I was a dancer and diver throughout high school. So when my dearest AfricanKelli (she’s not really African. But she kind of looks Mexican. Although she’s not Mexican either.) tweeted about a Groupon for a Trapeze Class, I was on that sucker like a Tolar on an alcoholic beverage and a sarcastic retort (Tolar is my maiden name, natch).

Last Saturday morning I showed up at the Trapeze U facility in Gilbert to find this:

And I may have peed in my pants a little bit. Just a dribble.

I love everything associated with the acrobatic arts and I can still do an aerial if you get enough wine into me and then tell me dismissively you don’t think I could ever do one much less do one right now outside on the grass (I have a weak spot for reverse psychology after glass of wine #3). However, I have to confess: I have a fairly crippling fear of heights.

I feel pretty strongly that buildings should never be taller than they are wide. I am much more comfortable with the principles of logic and gravity behind buildings whose latitudes are greater than their longitudes, if you catch my drift. The Egyptians had it right (no political joke or insensitive remark to follow, I swear); pyramids don’t fall down. I rode up to the top of the Hancock Building in Chicago a couple of years ago and had the strongest sense of deja vu as we sped to the top floor in an elevator that shook back and forth. It took me a second, but then I remembered where I’d experienced this before: IN MY NIGHTMARES. I have a recurring dream where I go to a party at the top of a tall tall building and when I get up there the building is weaving back and forth ready to topple at any moment. I’m on my hands and knees crawling to the elevator trying to get back to level ground (I just peed a little bit recalling that. Maybe it’s not fear, maybe I have a bladder control problem).

The teeny little anorexic ladder we had to climb to get up to the plank to grab the trapeze was definitely taller than it was wide.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Before we tackled any lifelong terrors, we totally learned to speak a new language! That’s right, I now speak Circus, the ancient language of freaks and performers. I never mastered Spanish, but I’m a whiz at Circus. Apparently in Circus, ‘go’ is pronounced ‘hep’. Also, ‘flying’ means ‘holding onto the trapeze way high up and swinging back and forth awesomely’. It’s a complex language.

After we learned the basics of the commands and were given a tutorial on how we would manage to attach ourselves to the trapeze once we’d made it up to the leaping platform we were fitted with a harness belt that totally accentuated my muffin top in an incredibly unflattering way. Then I was told to climb.

By the time I got to the platform and was clipped into the harness, I was shaking ‘like Elvis’ as the trapeze artist professor pointed out. He had me hold the rope with one had and the bar with the other and shouted ‘HEP’.

I, of course, didn’t move. Not an inch. Instead, the trapeze professor and I had the following conversation:

Me: So, if I miss the bar it’s ok and I won’t die because there’s a net, right?

Trapeze Professor: Well, and you’re harnessed in, so I won’t even let you fall right into the net. I’ll lower you down.

Me: Right. So I can totally miss the bar or my arms can just break off at the wrist because there’s no way I have the strength to handle this, but I won’t die.

TP: Yes, no dying.

Me: OK. I think I’m ready.

TP: HEP!

And I did it!! I swung out over the net and hooked my knees up around the bar and let go and swung only by my knees. It was amazing! It was awesome. It was so worth this moment:

UTTER TERROR. (Peeing my pants again.)

I was so flooded with endorphins of fear and exhilaration that even after I got down safely to the solid earth, I wasn’t safe from myself:

It was the most fabulous thing I think I’ve ever done. By the end of the class I was even doing this:

I cannot wait to go back. They have a 7 week class with a performance at the end (with costumes! SQUEEE!) I’m going to have to ask for for my birthday (hint hint, husband and/or parental units). I still have a lot of work to do before I can run away to join the circus. Namely, I need to learn to point BOTH of my toes when my legs are wrapped around the bar:

Apparently I did this every single time. They're never going to let me in the circus if I don't get rid of this weird-ass tic!

23 Responses to Trapezery (That’s How You Say It, G-DUB Told Me So)

  1. Is this how we can celebrate your birthday this year? With a performance with a costume? Because I’m so there with alcoholic beverages. No sarcastic remarks.

    Truly the best part is you falling down once you are on solid ground — and that you are humble enough to post it, and get back on your feet smiling. I swear that is exactly how I would describe how you handle life.

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  3. Awesome! I cannot wait to use my Groupon for this! Also, I can totally tell that you used to be a dancer. You’re quite graceful even if you say you were shaking “like Elvis”.

  4. Very awesome.

    • Adam, you should totally do it with Kell and Juliann. The instructors were all guys and there was a 70 year old man taking the class after mine. It’s a manly thing to do, swear.

  5. I peed my pants when you walked off the mat and nonchalantly fell on your face. And popped up like, yeah, I totally do this all day long.

  6. This is awesome but I would like to know why the lady bystander from your video was busy ordering two cheese pizzas while you were being so awesome? Does she not realize that this is a WORKS PIZZA kind of event? For shame!

    • Ha! I’m pretty sure that was the mom of the 14year old girl who was there for her birthday with a bunch of other 14yo girls. My girlfriend and I were MORE screamy. true.

  7. You ROCK!

  8. This is just too good for words!

  9. THAT WAS AWESHUM!!!

  10. I still think you’re insane.

  11. Rather entertaining writing. My husband wants to do the other class as well.

  12. So I wonder how much a birthday party is. We should so do this for your day.

  13. Oh my goodness! That was AWESOME! I SOOOOO want to do this!!!

  14. Wow! You are brave!

  15. I laughed sooooo hard when I watched the video of you biffing. Mostly because you were so adorably excited you just didn’t care!

  16. That takes guts, no doubt. Glad you survived!

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