Blog 13 Bar Muscle Ups


I saw these amazing bar muscle ups at gym Monday night and they have made such an impression on me. I saw big guys almost levitate, just with their arms and rise up and over the bar, I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe how smooth and effortless they made it look and I watched them over and over again. You know how some people say they need to ‘clean up the move’ well these guys were displaying what a clean move looks like and my goodness it was amazing. One of them didn’t even look like his arms were bending. First he was under the bar then he was over the bar. I asked him about it later and he said hips were a big part of it. I watched this practice like it was an act from Cirque Soleil and I knew that this was one of those things that you see and it’s going to change your path. If it was at all physically possible I wanted this move and I wanted it as beautiful as this person was doing the move. So let’s just book that in, 2019 Trishy wants a beautiful bar muscle up.

I got to ask the person who had done the move on Thursday whether he could teach it to me. He didn’t laugh and he didn’t say no. He said I would need to get a lot stronger now these words came back to me during Friday’s workout.

Friday morning I was stressing so badly I couldn’t get to the mains class, I was convinced that I was going to throw up. Muscle Up Club is after mains class and that’s always fun plus I thought even if I can’t do it I can help my mate with encouragement. So I figured just show up Trishy. I showed up a minute shy of being on time and announced to all who would listen that I was sick and couldn’t possibly do anything except stand around and encourage people. I also used this time to show some photos of my inspirations such as Lee Chaldecott and Ernestine Shepherd. My God those women are amazing. Sam says get on the rower and warm up. So I did thinking I don’t see the point because I’m sick but hey I do what I’m told, most times. It was while I was on the rower that I announced I was sick because I was stressed and I probably wouldn’t be able to do much at all this morning.

Sam says come over here and do some ring dips. This was when I realised that my mate who I had come to support wasn’t working out because she was competing this weekend. So instead of my standing there and encouraging her she was standing there and encouraging me. Go figure hey. Now I say encouraging but her words and I kid you not were, Trish, you’re workouts take so long because you talk so much, I mean really. This was after I had shared a fantastic scheme for tuckering my dogs out with bob for apples. Now it is true that during our two hour rowing challenge I did not run out of conversation but hey too talky? Never!

I had a stabby shoulder so I had to stop the ring dips and do chest to bars and that was hilarious because Sam and my mate were talking about the weekend comp and here was me sick busting a gut and I thought I’m supposed to be sitting down and chatting. At the end of the session Sam asked me if I still felt sick and I didn’t at all. The knot in my stomach had gone and I felt all mellow. Muscle up club is magic.

Now I legit needed to follow my own advice for the Friday workout in the evening. Allow me to quote from last week’s blog, ““So the next time I get all despondent about my progress I need to remind myself that there will be weeks where you don’t achieve much and weeks where you seem to be doing very well. This has been a week that has gone well. Thank you Universe.” Friday night did not go well I got my arse kicked over and over again. It was soul destroying, character building and thought provoking all rolled up in one neat package.

Friday night was strength class and they were playing with the sled, sand bags and this cool strongman farmer’s walk contraption and I wanted in. There were three other people in the class and they were all stronger than me. If I work out with some people I am the strongest, if I work out with other people I am the pune. Friday night was pune day and I didn’t much care for it. I don’t mind (so much) being the pune if I can see that my class mates are heaps bigger than me but these people weren’t. Two kids and a Mum and they were relatively new comers and I was the pune, I was not happy. Two years of crossfit and I’m the pune?

I seriously considered the ‘faking an injury’ ploy, remembering a fictional appointment or just “I’m not feeling this” and go, people have done that but for some bizarre reason unless I am absolutely too crook to continue I seem to have to finish what I start. It’s quite hard to just say I’m leaving and I don’t know why I find it so hard.

We start with the sled and pardon my language I was crap at that. We move on to the sand bag and by this point I am seriously psyched out. Knitting is starting to look like a good alternative for my Friday nights. I am 110 percent certain that there was a smaller sand bag available than the 45 kilo monstrosity Sam presented me with. I say isn’t there a smaller one? Sam looks me straight in the eye and says no. Kirra (58 kilos dripping wet) being all helpful goes into the store room and brings out the (much lighter) sandbag that I used the last time we did this and Sam says no we’ll use this.

There is a technique to lifting the dam things so part of it was just mastering the technique but my god I found it heavy and off I trotted to get to the other end of the gym. Trotted is probably a bad work, staggered, plodded, made my way laboriously down the other end of the gym. The coach that takes me for Pt on Mondays was there and while I had no illusions of a rescue like (hey Sam that’s too heavy she’ll probably break) I did think he would either offer support or go back to his lifting. So here I am with this impossibly heavy bag and Sam says, as I make my way down the gym which is like a 100 kilometres long, can you go quicker? If I didn’t have 45 kilos in my arms I would have snotted him. Michael, the Monday guy chips in with “That is quick” meaning for me, which may have been true but was totally harsh and then he says instead of (45 kilos might just break you) he says run with it. That’s when I knew I needed pole. I dropped that bag down the other end of the gym and told Sam it was too heavy, there may have even been a foot stamp, not many 50 plus people can or should pull off a foot stamp. I was supposed to bring it back but no way was that going to happen. Sam says I’m going to sit on the boxes now so people can’t stop before they need to. In Pole if I couldn’t do something I would get hugs and who cares if you can’t do that and you did really good. In crossfit I get, go quicker, that is quick, run, what are you stopping for? The rising sook was strong in me this night. What really upset me was that I thought here I am Queen Pune, how am I going to get that beautiful bar muscle up, I finished that session feeling very sorry for myself.

I did then do an hour of trapeze practice and that went really well so the night wasn’t a total fizz.

Saturday I was put in a team of trouble makers who are some of my favourite people at the gym. I earned my jersey in this group because I keep mucking up the reps and forgetting what we have to do. Penny said our group should be called Too Old To be Told and I liked that. After the workout I had an impromptu vegan chocolate tasting party in the locker area because a lovely lady who runs Totally Vegan by Charlie brought me in vegan aero, a wagon wheel, violet crumble and top deck. We had the best conversation just sitting there eating chocolate and yacking. That was one of those magical times when you are just in the right spot at the right time.

Then I had an appointment in a pole studio and I spoke to this lovely guy there who was really helpful and his energy was totally different to crossfit. Nothing against crossfit I adore it but sometimes people (and I mean me) need sooking. His energy was kind and caring and I thought I need to get back to Pole I obviously need pole and crossfit in my life and of course my beautiful trapeze.

That was the week that was. Thank you for reading, catch you next week.


Blog 7 Love Will Find A Way


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.



Blog 6 Milestone Gifts


I have set myself some big goals. There’s nothing new in that, when I still smoked I knew I wanted to run four marathons in two years and I did it, damn near killed me but I did it. My current goals are a ring muscle up at the gym and an Iron X at Pole. What I am discovering is that on the way to these hefty goals there are milestones that are gifts in and of themselves.

When I said that I wanted a ring muscle up I had no idea what I would need physically to achieve this goal. I made this goal in January. It’s June now, (where the heck is this year going?) and these six months have taught me what I need to achieve this goal.

I need to be able to do ten strict pull ups. I’m currently on five and I have never been able to do that much before setting the muscle up goal. This makes me very happy.

I need to be able to do a ring dip. In January I could barely hold myself up on the rings. Now I can lower myself down aaaand (drum roll please) I am starting to be able to do the lift part of the dip. My coach saw me do this during our Friday Muscle Up club so I know I am not imagining it. It is an amazing feeling to know that you are progressing towards your goal. Something else about this fascinates me. There is no doubt that I am getting stronger, so this whole thing about as we age we get weaker, I’m starting to have my doubts. Maybe people are getting weaker because they are stopping their activities. I am getting stronger, I’m just going to keep saying that because again, it makes me very happy.

I’ve had to do push ups to get stronger so now I can do six proper push ups before I could barely do one. It’s all very cool people, very cool indeed.

I can now see muscles in my arms and my back, that were not there before, this is a side benefit to the muscle up goal. It’s like you order your meal and you are given all of these delicious sides to go with it.

In other matters we had a character building week in gym and I’ve never liked my coach less. Tuesday we had to run 400 metres and then do push presses (I think, it was some lifting move). I thought piece of cake baby I can run forever. The problem was he wanted us to run faster. I thought hey we don’t always get what we want. I figured as soon as I left the gate I would be out of eyeshot and I could go back to my regular plodding pace. I don’t think we had enough people in the class because the coach had time to run out with my friend and I and basically keep hollering at us to go faster and faster. This worked a treat because I’ve never run so fast in my life. It was a miserable experience and I normally love running but it was cool to run faster so maybe I’ll do it again.

Thursday was just cray. We had to do 75 single skips on our right leg then 75 on the left and then 20 forward lunges with weights for five rounds and I hated it. I had read the write up before coming to gym but I am not sure that the coach wrote five rounds on the write up. He says he did, I am not convinced. This work out hurt my knees, made me cranky, the whole nine yards. I did it because I figured he put it in for character testing, are you able to do the sucky workouts or do you just do the fun ones. I think now he did it because it really works each leg but who knows and I never asked, I just did the dam thing. I did it because every time I have run away from a workout I have regretted it, also David Goggins, who I adore, says you should do something that sucks every day so I did that workout. I did discover that skipping on one leg cured my dyscalculia because I did not do one rep more than I had to.

Friday Muscle Up Club was very interesting. I have a very sick dog at home who is starting to respond to medication but our mornings are hard. He was so bad Friday that I didn’t think I would be able to go to Muscle Up Club and then I thought about the last time I had looked after a sick dog, I had quit all of my other activities because it’s so hard to juggle everything. That bastard balance had come back for another nip at me. So I bundled up Fred and said come to gym. My muscle up peeps welcomed me with open arms even though I was a stressed mess. They looked after Fred, he seemed very happy to be cuddled and cosseted and I got a wonderful workout that took all the stress away. This was also the workout where I progressed my ring dip, very cool stuff.

In the world of Pole I found myself in an acro class Friday night where they were doing doubles. There was a time when I would have given an arm and a leg to do this stuff and I watched them Friday thinking, no you’re not strong enough, you’ll hurt them, you’ll drop them and so on and so on. Then the instructor said this is a trapeze move and it was like hearing a distant call and all those old feelings about trapeze bubbled to the surface. I pretty much couldn’t say no. I was terrified that I was going to hurt the instructor but she told me word perfect what I had to do and I did it word perfect and it only lasted a second but for that second I was back doing trapeze moves and I was in Heaven. So that’s been the finish of me, I thought I had put trapeze behind me but Pole keeps bringing it up and it’s obviously a love that I have not totally resolved. So I am now full steam ahead looking at buying my own static trapeze and I will ask my lovely gym coach if I can rig it up at his gym. I need trapeze like other people need air and water. I am a trapeze tragic. Just getting back to the start of this blog. I went to the pole class to move me closer to the Iron X and the milestone gift along the way that I didn’t expect was acro class and the return of my beloved trapeze.

Balance raised it’s ugly head again this week. You work extra and your training suffers. Work extra and keep up the training and all of a sudden, do I even know what my dogs look like anymore? I just had a meltdown Saturday and I thought there is nothing more important to me than those dogs and all of my animals. The Pinery fires taught me that. So I didn’t go to gym, I gave my dogs bloody great walks and spent the day with them. The Holy Grail though is to be able to spend quality time with them, still blitz the work front and get in my training oh and an hour or two on house work would be swell.

So that was the week that was. Thank you for reading, catch you next week.


2016 Blog 12 A Clever Trapeze Class


I read a book once about the art of trapeze and the author said trapeze is designed to be beautiful. Don’t just huff and puff your way through the tricks, every move every look every gesture is supposed to beautiful, graceful and strong. That is one of the things that I love about trapeze. It is a chance to learn how to do something with grace. I’ve been trying for graceful since I was six and doing ballet class but I’ve never thought graceful could be taught I always thought you either had it or you didn’t. I have discovered though that learning circus skills opens up whole new worlds.

Head up look at your audience. What are your hands doing? Are your legs straight? What expression do you have on your face? It’s not a stressful thing running through these elements it’s more like a mental check list. It’s part of the process and I love it. When I first learned to juggle Alessandro the trainer said stand up straight, look forward, shoulders relaxed, be gorgeous. I had laughed when he first said this but why not, why can’t gorgeous be an attitude rather than a physical attribute? It’s worth a thought. When Alex reminded me during class to look up at the audience she took me right back to that first juggling lesson. So if you are a person who does not like to make eye contact, who does not have good posture or is continually tense, this is a way to develop the habit of stand tall and easy and now I almost never have to be reminded to do it.

The clever part of today’s title was a new trick Alex showed us. She showed us a way to go from Back Star to Gazelle and it was so simple but looked so good and we had got there because she had built up the moves over the weeks. You start in Back Star a little closer to one side rather than just in the middle. Then you bend one leg and twist and voila you are in Gazelle and after a bit of practice we didn’t need our hands to help so it looked really cool to be hanging in Back Star with your hands down and then you just move your leg and twist and suddenly, smoothly, apparently effortlessly you are in Gazelle. I thought it was really clever and I thought it was beautiful. Every time I think are we getting to the point of knowing most of the moves Alex pulls another trick out of her hat. She’s a magician!

Chantelle and I did a run through of our routine and I had asked Alex to video it so I had a record of where I was at in trapeze at this point in time. I think it must have been close to the end when I hit the bar with my heel. Chantelle said she heard it and I love her because she kept going. It’s the dancer in her I think, if you’re performing you keep going. Alex was videoing us and asked if I was ok and I nodded and I kept going. Now I can tell you it hurt like a Mother but I really really wanted our routine on video unbroken so I thought I don’t care if I can’t feel my foot I’m finishing the bloody routine. I finished I smiled at the end and then as soon as I was off the mat I allowed myself to feel the equisite pain that was radiating up from my foot. Now I describe this because; 1) I was so impressed that Chantelle kept going she could have buggered up the video by stopping and I wouldn’t have blamed her but she didn’t. 2) Alex either saw it or heard it and asked if I was ok and I liked that. Alex doesn’t say harden up keep going she asks if you are ok it’s a really nice trait she has.3) I had further proof that if I want something nothing gets in my way, I did not care that I couldn’t feel my foot I wanted a complete video and by cripes that’s what I got. It was a reminder of my nature and I like this about myself.

I know (‘ve said this before but I have worked with difficult people in the past and so I am grateful when I have good people to work with. Chantelle is flat out funny she is a hoot to work with. She has this bird call she does just when she feels like it and I love it. Alex is tricky with what she slips into the lesson and she’s funny too. Universe thank you for bringing me to the Circobats crew you did me a very good turn there. These Saturday afternoons are magical. It doesn’t matter if someone is sick or has an injury or if everyone is full of beans and ready to take on Everest, it’s a lovely, funny, kind class and I love it.



2016 Blog 11 What is the Purpose of Art? (Please be aware that some difficult potentially triggering subjects are raised)


2016 Blog 11 What is the Purpose of Art?

I was so enthralled by the Circobats Mortal Sins show that I went to both sessions. The first session raised all of these questions in me and I was hoping to get some answers from the second session. I’m still considering the answers a day later.

So far my circus experience has been, look at the beautiful outfits, see the physical mastery, listen to the wonderful music and be entertained. The Mortal Sins show took that experience to a much deeper level and I finally realised that dance and music are mediums that are as powerful as words to convey emotion. Actually to convey emotion and to evoke emotion because I and several audience members were actively moved by two of the acts in this performance.

Two acts in the first part of the show were so affecting and they lost none of their power when I saw them for the second time. It made me wonder; Is this how art started? Did a cavemen or woman experience overwhelming joy or despair and want to be able to communicate it with the others in his group. Does art allow you to get these feelings out of your system before you are consumed by them. Does it enable you to communicate with others how you are feeling through dance, music, painting, writing or sculpture? Somebody once said to me that I was too sensitive and I thought at the time that he was too insensitive. I know that despite the pitfalls of being overly sensitive I would not want to become a person whose feelings were calloused over and were not able to appreciate what I saw Friday and Saturday.

The first piece concerned grief and it made me ask so many questions. Is this piece a mechanism for making sense of what happened? Is it a way to honour those who have gone or is it a way to simply get overwhelming emotions out of your body in a constructive way rather than the destructive use of self harm or drugs. Is it a way to communicate with others that your world has changed and this is what it looks like now. It was an amazing piece of work and I will never forget it.

Zoe then showed us her year 12 submission and that was another powerful performance. I put an interpretation on it from my own experiences and then I asked Zoe later what the piece was about. My interpretation was different to Zoe’s intention and so arose more questions. Is art a direct communication between the artist and the public or does art stand alone? Does art have a life of it’s own and the ability to teach you what you need to be taught. Regardless of the answers the piece was so strong and moving. What a night hey?

Ok that’s enough of the deep stuff let me tell you about the rest of the show. The Mortal Sins show had two segments. I would like to say it was a two act piece but then there were acts within those two acts and it’s just going to get too confusing.

So the first part of the show had those two amazing pieces that I have spoken about already. We also saw some wonderful displays of acrobatics and juggling. A Circobat called Tara did the MC job for both nights and it occurred to me that her role was pivotal throughout the sessions.

To start with Tara was who we saw first, so she was our introduction to the show. It was like she opened the door to the show and said; “Come in, sit down and here we go”. Her manner and the way she was dressed was reassuring, like here you are, you are about to be experience something and I’ll be guiding you through the process. So an act would come on and you would be absorbed by that act and forget about reality and then the act was over and Tara was back and you would blink and then oh yes this is where I am and then on to the next performance. Now if you really got into an act, it was incredibly nice to have someone bring you back to reality and get you ready for the next performance. I don’t know if that was her intention but that was the effect she had on me. She kept things rolling and gave you the feeling that everything was running as it should. That girl is going to go places if she has a mind to.

They put little jokes throughout the performance. So for Tazi’s wonderful hat act you didn’t just have someone walk on stage and plonk the hat down you had a whole funny little tiny routine to go with it. I really enjoyed those little acts sprinkled throughout the evening.

The acrobatic act was ridiculously good. My goodness you did not know where to look. There were performers everywhere then they grouped themselves together and made human sculptures then they moved apart and made one big balancing thingy then they split up again and made little balancing thingies and I thought nobody is talking to each other but everyone in the act knows what pose is next, where your feet go, where your hands go and Voila! It was magical and joyous.

Tazi did her hat manipulation routine from Spaced Out and that is such a lovely happy quirky piece. She should be really proud of that act. Ryan did a juggling act on his own which was amazing. The way he got the rings to change colour was so cool. I’ve been following his work for a few years now and I’ve just seen him improve and improve. The blonde girl doing the juggling did a great job and was quite dazzling.

So now onto the second act which was The Mortal Sins show itself and yowza what a show. This was a clever show in so many ways. Take one couple, Alex and Sam, with maybe a few cracks in the relationship. Introduce a hoola hooping femme fatale played by Persia and all hell breaks loose. It’s a competition to win the heart of the man and it’s take no prisoners. Oh and you roll through a list of mortal sins as you go.

You could almost forgive Sam for being tempted with the hoola hooping scene, it was mesmerising. However Alex fought back with a trapeze routine that was not to be ignored. Her facial expression and her body language left you in no doubt what she thought of the hoola hooping intrusion. I kept thinking but that’s my Alex, funny, patient, lovely Alex. The look her character was giving Persia would have sent me scurrying away. I had to keep telling myself it’s acting Trish just acting. Words are my art form so I am fascinated that all three players exactly conveyed their emotions and intentions without a word being spoken. As an aside the way Alex made her trapeze appear and disappear at the end was genius. It was like she whistled for her horse and it appeared and then it left again when she was done with it. This is an example of all of these tiny little things that just made the show brilliant. Then Alex commenced to walk all over Persia in an acrobatic showdown that was amazing. Sam then comes in and shows how he’s been manipulating hearts all along and then proceeds to hypnotise the audience with his illuminated poi routine. Alex and Persia return with some music that will knock your socks off, honestly the music was another character of the show. Alex and Persia then biff it out on separate silks. Sam watches Persia at the start but he’s watching Alex at the end.

I cannot believe how talented these people are. They could be actors if they wanted to and I’ve barely mentioned the physical mastery they showed in the performance. My goodness I enjoyed this. If they do a DVD I would love a copy and Circobats need to think about having a You Tube channel. seriously guys think about this.

I am incredibly grateful for meeting the Circobats people. They are talented in their performances and they are kind by the way they are willing to share their skills in the classes they offer. I am dazzled by their performances. Well done Circobats you are awesome.

2016 Blog 10 Training is a Privilege


Have you ever thought about the idea that training is a privilege? Any day, any moment or any second, things could happen and your training could be taken away. You could get injured, your trainer could get injured, you could have to go to hospital, your training venue could get shut down, maybe you have to move or your job changes. People with children, in my experience mostly women, have trouble getting to training because of the difficulty with finding someone to mind the kids.

Some people’s jobs get in the way, some people don’t have jobs and can’t afford the training. Some people have a physical or mental impairment that make training a very different proposition as compared to a person without those impairments. Some people don’t have transport or don’t have a class that interests them available to them.

My point is, that when I have training I move Heaven and Earth to get there. Sometimes I’m tired or grumpy or achy but I always think you don’t know how long this will last you need to make the most of every session. I just wanted to share that.

Another thought that occurred to me today was that why does an interesting training session finish in a nanosecond when I have been in other dull sessions that drag on forever!!!! Doesn’t seem fair somehow.

Doctor Who may as well have come and visited and stuffed around with the time lines today because I would have sworn on bibles that our lesson lasted for five minutes but I looked at the clock at the finish and poor Alex had gone fifteen minutes over .

It was such a great lesson today. I felt so strong. I stuffed up a move. I was trying to do a backward roll and I missed the bar, Alex said go back the other way and I didn’t even panic I knew I had enough strength to hold my own weight and just go back the other way and that my friends is one of the sweetest feelings in the world. To be able to hold your own weight and feel comfortable in it is cool, very very cool.

Chantelle did a move that we’re calling the Python. I really wished I had got it on video but I was so horrified by what she was doing that I couldn’t even move to help her. It was like she did it in slow motion. She did a drop and then kept going but slowly. So her legs were around the rope and then she released her arm and then her legs and kind of curled up on top of the mat below. It was amazing to watch. The freaky thing was that as she did it I was asking Alex what’s the escape clause in this move if you don’t catch your legs and she was saying as Chantelle was doing her Python no you’ll be fine because you’re hanging on with one arm.  It is very fortunate that Chantelle is as bendy as she is.

After witnessing the Python I went right off that particular move and then found any drops hard after that too. Chantelle got right back up and did it again so that was enough for me to suck it up and go otherwise I would have been regretting it on the drive home.

We did our routine on the triple trapeze and that was a lot of fun. Every now and again depending on the move Chantelle and I would meet on the trapeze and the first couple of times it scared the hell out of me. Normally when I do the routine I’m thinking about it so hard I forget everything else. So there I was concentrating hard on some move and then Chantelle’s face looms towards me as she does the same move on the other side of the trapeze. I nearly fell off my perch the first couple of times. It’s fun though doing the routine on the triple as opposed to two singles side by side.

In other news Circobats are having a fundraiser for their next fringe show. They will be doing their Mortal Sins Act and there will be a couple of other supporting acts. The tickets are ten dollars and that’s very cheap entertainment to see some extremely talented people. There are two sessions for this performance this Friday Night at 7.30 and Saturday at 5.30. You can get the details from their website or Facebook page and they also have raffle tickets with some speccy prizes.

Thank you for reading and I’ll catch you in the next blog.

2016 Blog 7 Let go of the person you think you are to become the person you want to be.


That is possibly one of my longest blog titles ever but it really suits the subject matter.

Before I get into that though my adventures with a flying trapeze have continued this week with getting a ride in a cherry picker and my goodness was that fun. I got to twenty feet and that was as high as the trees we were trimming I was higher than Venus (that’s what we call our flying trapeze) and I could see the tops of my trees. I have always wondered what it would be like to be up there and now I know. How lovely were those tree trimmers that they let me have a go. It’s amazing what you get if you ask for it. May I have a go in your cherry picker, yes they say, you may.

I try to make an effort to go to Friday night open training at Circobats because things keep happening on the Friday night that I don’t see when I just go to the Saturday class. On Friday nights I quite often see people practising routines and a couple of times now I’ve had these really good conversations with people that have made me think about what they’ve said on the drive home.

So this Friday’s conversation was with Vashti and she just said quite casually you and Chantelle should do a routine in an upcoming show. Now Chantelle and I have already said yes please to doing a show case at Christmas but this was another type of thing all together. My first reaction was no way could I do that but then when Vashti had left I kept thinking about it. To perform is a natural extension to circus training. When you know that you will be performing it makes you work harder and really nail down your moves and think about what you’re doing. My long term goal was to perform occasionally so Vashti got me thinking. When I train I have fun and I get fit but I don’t think about how it would look if I had an audience so in a sense even though it’s my long term goal I’m not doing anything to get closer to it. So on my drive home I thought even if I don’t perform in this show I need to be ready for when an opportunity arises. It would be incredibly cool to get up there and show what I can do. So thanks Vashti that was a very nice piece of direction for me.

Saturday class heralded our first session with the triple trapeze and oh my goodness. I’ve done trapeze for a while now but hey there is still heaps I can learn. We went so far out of my comfort zone that I would need GPS to get back.

Our first job for the lesson was to show that we could do a pull up and I’m not a novice at this game. Don’t let your trainer walk away and if you’re going to do one do it early before you get tuckered out. Honestly I was like one of the kids I teach, “Alex! Are you watching? I’m going to do it now’ Chantelle and I did the pull up. Poor Alex, Chantelle and I are adults in name only.

Then the rest of the class was doing all of this amazing partner work that I had not done before. It was challenging, fun, magical and confronting. My mind and my courage got a workout at the same time. I do not understand how people can do fitness and not enjoy it, if you are not enjoying your exercise class take a circus class you’ll never look back.

One really cool thing about partner work on a triple trapeze was that for a couple of the moves because you are both on the trapeze you lock each other in so doing some of the moves I’ve never felt more secure. That was cool.

I did however have a couple of difficulties with the activities. The first difficulty was that up till now all of my partner work has been on a double trapeze and has pretty much been one person on top of another. With a triple trapeze we were doing side by side stuff and I was working overtime to get things straight in my head. This leg goes here and this arm goes here and then time what you do here and I thought Help! We figured it out but my goodness it was a mental workout.

The second difficulty was a difficulty I have had previously when working with others. We were doing this move and I can’t remember what it was called but Chantelle and I had to balance off of each other and I wasn’t comfortable with that at all. I am bigger and heavier than her and I thought I’m going to send her into orbit. She assured me that I wouldn’t and when we did the move she didn’t go into orbit so maybe next time we do it I’ll be able to relax and just enjoy what we’re doing.

So my outcomes from this weekend were. I have a renewed direction with my training. If I want to get to a certain point I need to let go of the person I think I am to become the person I want to be. If I perform and I stuff something up it’s not the end of the world. Hell they stuff up in the Olympics it would be worse to not have a go and what would be really cool is to perform and enjoy performing, hmmm that’s certainly worth thinking about.

This triple trapeze is obviously going to open up a whole new world for us and I am one happy camper about that. Trapeze never gets dull.

2016 Blog 4 Improv!


The most amazing coincidences keep happening at Circobats. Now I am the most dyed in the wool hippy you’re ever going to meet so maybe these coincidences are nothing special to you but they are blowing my mind. They show me that whatever is going on at the moment I’m on the right track, I’m doing what the Universe wants me to do or maybe the Universe is happy to help me do what I want to do, I shall ponder that one on the next dog walk.

It started with the fact that I am a major bat fan, love bats of all shapes, sizes, kinds, you name it. Dracula – yes, vampires – yes, fruit bats ah ha. Little bitty tiny bats at twilight – yes please keep em coming. Bat Fink – complete legend my hero cannot get enough of Bat Fink. I’m looking for a trapeze class and Circobats have a giant upside down bat on their wall and it’s their logo, mm I thought Universe are you sending me a message?

Then on one of my trips in to class I say to the Universe I want to learn a routine how can we make this happen? I get to class, Tazi is taking the class, she says hey girls I want to teach you a routine. The very day I put the request out to the Universe. Unbloodybelievable.

Now it’s happened again. I’m on my way to class I say to the Universe, Universe I would like to learn drops and stagger me if Alex doesn’t give us a lesson today on drops. It’s freaky I tell you.

Anyhoo before I begin talking about the drops Circobats are doing a show in the school holidays so if you’re going to be in Adelaide in the second week of the school holidays I would recommend you give it a look, it’s called Spaced Out and you can get tickets through the Circobats web site. We’re also going to get the opportunity to see Alex and Persia’s show in Adelaide during November so stay tuned for news on that one.

I normally play Hit Ball on Saturday mornings before trapeze class and today it was cancelled. I decided well I’ve got all of this time I’m going to go for a run and walk the dogs and on the way home from walking the dogs I gave sanctuary to an evacuating race horse and his three carers, (we have floods in Adelaide right now). This was all fine and good but it meant that by the time I arrived for my trapeze class I was pooped and the class hadn’t even started. I decided that I would soldier on because I had already missed my Friday training because of these pesky floods.

We started with some strength work and while we were doing this Chantelle was doing crazy dancing and I said I was a fan of interpretive dance, I mean who isn’t? Chantelle mentioned how nice it was that some of my kids were willing to get up and make up a dance (I’m a school teacher and I had posted on facebook about a cool dance two students made up for Grace’s version of You Don’t Own Me) and she said she had students who hated improv and that was so sad. Improv was a chance to do what you wanted to do. Now file that conversation away for a moment because I’m pretty sure Alex wasn’t with us when Chantelle said it.

So Alex produced these cards which are very cool and show trapeze tricks and I looked at the ones she was looking at and I thought no Alex we’ve done them what are you looking at them for? Fortunately I have learned to hush up and listen up before I put my foot in my mouth which used to be and still is one of my best tricks. Alex says today I’m going to show you drops. Drops I thought, did I hear drops? I’m pretty sure I heard drops.

Alex ups and shows us a trick that she says is the first step to a drop but it’s a little ‘catchy’. Oh Chantelle and I chuckled at that one, ‘catchy’ in Alex speak means it’s probably excruciating, but she had me at drop. I did the move, it hurt like hell, I didn’t care we were doing drops. This move, I’ve totally forgotten what is was called, looks very cool so when we get the next bit I think it’s going to be quite specky.

Then we did a drop from Birds Nest and that was just lovely. You keep your hands on the bar so it’s just a soft drop but it still looks cool. We did drop to Mermaid and I was rubbish at that one, just need some practice I guess.

Have you ever wanted your trainer to get the hell off the bar because you wanted a shot? That’s how the drop to Birds Nest felt. Alex demonstrated it and I thought yep that’s for me I’ll have a little of that please.  One of my legs kept falling off during the drop to Mermaid and Alex said it’s cool turn it into drop to Angel and I thought Static Trapeze is AWESOME.

I could have done drops forever but we finally stopped and looked at transitioning from Rain Drop to Bat Split. That led us into a conversation about transitioning and putting moves together and how we should be looking at how to do that and then colour me freaked and cue the freaky music , Alex says it’s time to do some improv. Unbelievable!

So putting that freakiness to one side she says come up with at least five moves and put them together, on the spot people! (that was my words not hers). We were now totally out of my comfort zone. Chantelle leapt to it and I thought about my options, I could freak out and say I DON”T DO IMPROV!!!!! I could fake a stomach ache or I could do it. The clock ticked, I gave weight to each option, I thought about Mark Twain sailing away from his safe harbour. I thought about Chantelle and her saying how sad that some of her girls don’t like improv. I also thought about ‘move away from the person you are to become the person you want to be”. So I thought sod it, give it a burl. Alex and Chantelle have created a learning environment where you are willing to give things a go. If it doesn’t work the world won’t stop turning and I wanted to be Improv girl, I’ve never been Improv girl.

So today I improvved. I just put some moves together. Alex read them out to me as I did them, she tweaked the sequence and it was done. This means I am on the way to creating my own routine, whoa! That would be beyond cool.

It’s a great class have I mentioned that?

Thank you Alex and thank you Chantelle for magical Saturday afternoons.

2016 Blog 3 We’re gettin’ a Triple!


There was a lot happening in our little world of static trapeze today. Firstly Chantelle brought in some swatches for fabric for our outfits for the Christmas show and my goodness the pattern we have picked is to die for. Think velvet and the galaxy and there’s sparkle in there too. Gorgeous simply gorgeous. Thank you Chantelle’s mum for making our costumes.

We had Tazi teaching us today because Alex is off being wonderful interstate with Persia. They are doing a show called Mortal Sins if you are reading this and you live in Melbourne I would recommend getting down to see it. I watched them practice and like – Wow!

Tazi is an incredibly kind and patient person and she gave us a wonderful lesson today. It was pretty much a clean up of what you know. How can you make your tricks and your routine nicer, cleaner , where are the tweaks. I got so much out of the session and I took heaps of notes so I didn’t forget by the time I got home. Chantelle and I got to watch each other perform and watching Chantelle was an eye opener. The smallest moves are beautiful when done correctly. Watching her just going up to the ropes from a knee hang she made it look so graceful and elegant.

We did some tissu stuff. Chantelle treats it like fun, I treat it like I’m tackling a boa constrictor. How did this art form ever take off? I do want Chantelle to show me how to get down like a Bond girl though I do fancy that.

Now the big news. The bigger than Ben Hur news. The biggest bestest most fabulous news is that Circobats are moving their triple trapeze from Scotch College to Sir Donald Bradman Drive which is where we train now. To say I’m a little excited would be an understatement. OMG!!!!!!! The things we will be able to do on that baby. I have already googled triple trapeze images and I have plans for the next year of classes and I’m thinking Christmas Show!!!!!! Could we do something for that! Goodness I’m doing a lot of breathing exercises to stay calm and cool but I have to say this news has made Trishy a very happy camper.

Thank you Chantelle and thank you Tazi for making my Saturday afternoon fantastic.