Trapeze Update

I've had my self-made trapeze for a bit now. I usually go outside and mess around on it about twice a week. I'd go out more, but situations present themselves that get in the way. (Rain, hunger, laziness, a good book). It's funny how much I've changed in just the few weeks though. 

My joints are getting used to the exercise again, the exertion. Fat is melting off, revealing muscles that have been long forgotten. My arms are becoming toner, shapely as they once were. My body is recognizing the positions and making each movement easier, more fluid. Like a runner getting back in the game, your body never really forgets. 

What I used to love about circus was the attachment. Your contraption was a part of you, an extension of your body. When I performed the hanging perch, one of my tricks was spinning inside a levitated silver ring (a bike rim in actuality). I got so used to the ring; it was like another leg, another arm. I flowed with it knowing every weak spot, every balance point. I'm not quite at that level yet, and I know it'll be quite some time until I am, but I like getting back into the game. And although it's not professionally, and never will be, my backyard is just as good as any performance spot.