It’s a bird, It’s a plane...
Two weeks ago, I went trapezing. Yep, you heard me right. I said trapezing, like flying through the air, with the greatest of ease kind of trapezing. Except that my level of ease was at more of a mediocre level, but I certainly flew.
How does an activity like that come about, you may ask? Well, a few days before my trip to DC to visit my sister, we were discussing our plans for the weekend when she shyly asked, “Is there any way that you would be interested in taking trapeze lessons? Because I have this gift certific—"
“OHMYGODYES” I interrupted, “have you seeeeen Sex and the City? Vogue sends Carrie to the Trapeze School New York. HOW FUN! Oh seriously, I CAN”T WAIT,” words of excitement come gushing out of my mouth. (That’s her running in the above photo. She was pumped too!)
Now fast-forward three days. It is 8:15 a.m., we have taken the metro from Mount Pleasant all the way to Navy Yard and are getting fit for our harnesses in the shadow of the impressive net and trapeze apparatus. After only a few minutes of learning ground commands (ready, hep (circus speak for go), knees up, hands off … you get it), we were commanded up the ladder, without even a moment to psych ourselves out.
The first time off the platform was terrifying—please notice the progression of facial expressions in the photos below—but so quick, that it was nearly impossible to get too freaked out. As for the rest (there was laughter, failed backflips, extremely sore hands and catches with our instructor), I will let the photos and video do the talking.
If you want to check ’em out: Trapeze School New York has outposts in LA, Washington, D.C., New York, Boston and Chicago. $55 for 2 hours.