hanging around

A few weeks ago, in a moment of 'that sounds like fun' lack of clarity, I signed up for Circus Camp. my chosen specialism was trapeze. Always wanted to do trapeze, but obviously never thought it through....

because there's this bar. Hanging from the ceiling. on ropes. that move.

Challenge No. 1. Get on the bar. Did I mention it's above my head? Right, get helped onto the bar. now it's swinging. Oh, you want me to stand on a swinging bar. That's fine, done that plenty of times on the swings as a child. and do WHAT???????

So this is me with my 'arabesque'. It was preceded by the 'mermaid', the 'gladiator' and the 'stag'.

all after a whole loads of press-ups, burpees (loathsome things), planks and running around. and being a dead potato.

The afternoon was a hula hoop session. Now I am not a natural athlete or dancer and certainly not a natural hula hooper. I have bruises to show for it.