tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21115565899426142892011-07-28T11:35:48.826-07:00**just a 40-something broad learning to fly in the city of angels**miss fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349805682896075979noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111556589942614289.post-16389088869969472682011-04-15T21:27:00.001-07:002011-06-14T12:49:08.357-07:00Wow....whole <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lotta</span> nothing. I've been meaning to contribute to this digital monument to my great gaps in consciousness, but haven't found the time and/or motivation of late.<div><br /></div><div>Susie recommended that I record my aerial experiences in a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bloggish</span> sort of way, and I think it's a darn good idea. Partially as a way to document my expanding vocabulary of tricks. Partially as a way to document the other, far less tangible aspects the high bar introduces to my life.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I'll start with last night. Meant to take a flexibility class - but I showed up and saw that only 2 people had registered for trapeze tricks. And then Jen told me that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kerren</span> was not only back from her tour - but was teaching. A slight nudge from Jen was all it took to switch. I had a leotard in my bag, but not tights. Note to self: do not ever do trap tricks in yoga pants. I almost lost my leggings to repeated Russian rolls.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last night was one of those times when things just weren't clicking. I found myself apologizing repeatedly to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kerren</span> for my performance. Halfway through class I felt <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">nauseous</span> and I found myself fighting the urge to hurl the rest of the time. I felt weak and ill-prepared. And I really dig Kerren - I was disappointed that this was her re-introduction to me, despite her saying I did great.</div><div><br /></div><div>Refuse to be down about it. Not every class can be a winner - and I'm lucky that my shitty classes are few and far between. My forearms and thighs are properly re-bruised and Kerren pointed out a few minor adjustments I can make that should brighten the tricks in the future. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's what I worked on:</div><div><ul><li>Russian roll - one legged (worked on getting both arms locked simultaneously for a double-legged Russian roll by doing repeated sit-ups on the bar)</li><li>Mermaid roll-up - Kerren said I look really good doing the trick, and it bodes well for the gazelle roll-up coming together.</li><li>Gazelle roll-up - need to work on moving the bar over on my sacrum, and need to work on getting my hips up and over when I roll.</li><li>Stingray - because I can.</li><li>Arabesque sequence to sleeping beauty - did *ok* but it could have been far prettier. Need to work on it. A lot.</li><li>Double-leg crochet - seemed like I should have started from a squat. Need to get hips up higher.</li><li>Angel drop - didn't really get into this one too much...so I slid more than dropped.</li><li>Climb the mountain/drop - meh. Wanted to do that cos Rick made fun of me 'milking the cow' on Saturday. He's right. I was tired and didn't do a great job.</li></ul><div>That's about it. Need to get my head into it on Wednesday; hopefully Aloysia will teach. And Kerren said she's teaching Friday (and Rick said he's teaching as well)...so that will be my opportunity to make up for last night.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Over and out.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111556589942614289-1638908886996947268?l=jedigit.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>miss fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349805682896075979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2111556589942614289.post-1315803069303500602009-11-02T16:42:00.000-08:002009-11-02T16:50:06.166-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWLARl99vdc/Su9-GLesSwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xzw3d7ee-p0/s1600-h/me_christy.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWLARl99vdc/Su9-GLesSwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xzw3d7ee-p0/s320/me_christy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399673122866350850" /></a><br />After yet ANOTHER absence, I think I've decided that FINALLY, yes, FINALLY, I'm going to devote myself at least partially to updating this damn thing.  And I'm going to catalog crap I like (in keeping with the name).  It will include (but not be limited to):<div><br /></div><div>1. music</div><div>2. movies</div><div>3. books</div><div>4. rad kid-related stuff</div><div>5. sewing</div><div>6. running</div><div>7. animation</div><div>8. daily moments of transcendence</div><div><br /></div><div>With a half marathon coming up next weekend (running), Thea's Halloween costume (sewing) and the remnants of Ottawa glee (animation)...hopefully bleeding into a leap I'm ready to make, well, now seems like as good a time as any to get back into it.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, to start it off, a pic I keep on my desktop cos it makes me damn happy every time I look at it.  This reminds me of happy times.  Here's to more of those.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2111556589942614289-131580306930350060?l=jedigit.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>miss fifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10349805682896075979noreply@blogger.com0