Remember how Micah got me a trapeze lesson for Christmas last year? Well, between my fear of heights and of ladders and of being in high places and of not having my feet on the ground, and the other endeavors of the year, I managed to put it off until today.
But I’m pretty sure no one noticed how scared I was. Nope, not one bit. Not while I was standing on the platform for 3 minutes, holding the trapeze in one hand because I was . . . just showing how long I could hold a trapeze in one hand. Duh. It had nothing to do with me not wanting to let go of the ladder. Nothing at all. And they certainly wouldn’t have seen any fear when I was standing holding the trapeze with both hands while the instructor repeated, “Ready . . . hup!” several times. The “hup” was my cue to jump, but I was . . . creating an aura of suspense for those watching. Was I going to jump? Or wasn’t I? I sure had them guessing!
I finally gave into the instructors instructions and jumped. And then I managed to hook my knees over the trapeze and –gasp! — let go with my hands. I even did a couple of back tucks off the bar. And I didn’t totally blow the catch we did at the end of class. In fact, by the last of my 6 jumps off the platform, I didn’t even feel the need to tease everyone with my guessing games or show them how long I could ignore the instructors pleadings to just jump already. I wouldn’t say I’m ready to run away and join the circus, but I might not be opposed to taking another class someday. As long as Micah does it, too.