Hey I know it’s a cheesey title but it fits it really really fits.
A word from Winston Churchill: “Never give up on something that you can’t go a day without thinking about.’ When you love something, when you adore it, you cannot rest until you have made it happen and that is how I feel about trapeze.
It’s been a crazy week but it finished in the best possible way that it could. However let us start at the start. It’s report time at school. This means our workload goes up exponentially and because teachers need time to write their reports a hardy individual such as yours truly can gain some extra days of work as well as writing her own reports. Every year I tell myself to start writing the reports earlier but it doesn’t happen. Mind you after this week? Term Four reports? I’m on it. Check back with me to see if I am true to my word.
So I’ve been working some extra days which impacted on Muscle Up club. My wonderful team allowed me to change the training day from Friday to Monday and Monday’s session was fantastic. I felt like I could take on the world. The friggin ring dip is coming. I know it’s coming. Sam can see it, I can feel it, it just hasn’t arrived yet. In case you are wondering the ring dip is a precursor to the muscle up but that is not what has me obsessed at the moment.
My current craziness all started when my pole teacher happened to mention during one of our classes that she had played on a trapeze. The moment she said the word ‘trapeze’, my ears pricked up and my heart gave a lurch. Oh Trapeze, I thought, there’s a lost love. I made some enquiries about where the lessons were happening but at that point it didn’t look like it would work out. However, the flame had been lit. I thought my trapeze fire was out, but apparently there were embers still burning away and I realised that me and trapeze still had unfinished business.
I can’t remember quite how I got the idea but I thought I still have a trapeze bar from the flying trapeze. I have some slings and some mats, I wonder if I could set it up either at home or at gym. I have started to enquire about an outside mini rig that I could put a trapeze on. I’ve ordered a static trapeze and I can talk about that trapeze like other people talk about their cars. I actually spent more time getting the exact trapeze I wanted than any other purchase I’ve made. I can tell you the colour of her ropes, how long the ropes are, the colour of the bar, the fact that I have pegs either side so I can use her as a double. I may well name her you know. The kicker is the man who is making my trapeze lives down the road and he is a rigger. I thought how did I not know this when I needed a rigger for the flying trapeze!
Sam the man who owns my gym is gorgeous and he said I could set up the trapeze there as long as we were safe, so during the one minute rests between muscle up sets on Monday I was showing him the practice bar. She isn’t as pretty as the one I have ordered but she will do until that one arrives. I brought the mats and slings in on Tuesday. Then instead of me getting to play on it I took the ‘adult’ path which is always, always, always, the suckiest path and I stayed home and wrote school reports. Other people at the gym played and I stayed home and worked. Suck it up Trishy.
Friday came around. I did muscle up club while staring longingly at the trapeze and then went home and I spent all day writing reports with the carrot of an open gym training session in the afternoon and I would get trapeze then. I finished the reports at three thirty and I would need to leave for the gym at 4.00. At a quarter to four while feeding the donkeys and horse I remembered I had to do the second de-licing on one of the donkeys and he was already in the big, hard to catch them paddock, not the little easy one. 45 minutes I spent running around that paddock trying to catch that bugger and I knew there would be no trapeze for Trishy that day.
On a side night it looks like after Friday’s acro class that if I put the teeniest effort in I would have my handstand so I should probably be giving that a little bit of work.
Saturday rolled around and I was taking no chances. I got up at bloody dawn and walked those dogs so that when they gave me the sad face when I left for gym I put up my hand and I said ‘don’t even!”
Got some sad news on the way to gym and gym as always was my therapy. It was like while I am in the car on the way to gym I can be as sad as I like and then when I get out, I shake it off and say it’s gym time and I put my burdens down for an hour or two. I can’t recommend this enough. It doesn’t solve your problems but it makes your problems easier to bear.
Gym was fantastic. We have one girl who just makes jokes and she cracks me up. She’s worth coming all by herself. We have another woman who doesn’t take shit from anybody and her caustic asides have me in hysterics. We have the gym coach who tries to get everyone organized and it’s like herding cats and I think to myself yes, this is my happy place. They also did one of my favourite types of workouts where I can just get myself set up and off I go, so I loved that. But wait there’s more.
At the end of the session when most people had gone home I found myself with a small group of people beside the trapeze. The beautifully set up with a mat underneath trapeze. All of a sudden I was in Heaven. We took turns and we all had a play and moves that I had forgotten came back. All of a sudden I was back doing trapeze with people I liked.
So here’s the thing. Things that you love may not be over. They may be sleeping, or working away in the back ground. I actually think that I am going to get that flying trapeze resurrected one way or the other. I feel like the universe is poking and prodding me in certain directions. I just don’t feel like the chapter is closed.
So the end of my week is me back on static trapeze. My beautiful, beautiful trapeze. I am not dependent on anyone to do it. I don’t have to wait and see if someone wants to give me a lesson, it’s just me and the trapeze. Thank you Universe, you have been very kind this week.
So that was the week that was. Thank you for reading, catch you next week.