I did a double crochet from the air tonight! Got it on my first try. It was very exciting.
I’m guessing none of you have a clue what I’m talking about. Or maybe some of you think I’m making an afghan. As it happens, I do make afghans, but that’s not what I’m talking about.
I’m talking about a move in aerial silks: You grab one upright in each hand, flip up into an inverted straddle, then wrap each leg around one upright twice. Then you hold your legs in a vise grip and cross the silks behind your back. You pull them out straight then tuck them under your arms. Next you bend your knees and point your toes hard so you are gripping the silk tightly under your knees. Keeping the silk tight in your armpits you swing up grab the silks above your knees. In one quick motion you pike your legs towards the ceiling and arch your hips up so that the silks slide up and lock around your hips (this is super uncomfortable, I call it “diaper hang”).
Yeah… I didn’t think so.
This is the problem of doing something like aerial dance. I did aerial dance for a year before I moved out here and recently started up again after three years off (which means I’m basically starting from scratch). And I love it! It’s fun and empowering and the best workout I’ve ever had.
But sometimes it’s frustrating. Because when I have these little victories, there’s no one I can gush about them to other than my classmates. My roommate is very tolerant and listens to me politely, but she has no clue what I’m talking about. I guess the flip side (ha ha, punny) of doing something cool that not many people do is that no one understands your struggles and your victories.