This was one of the first images I came across that made me really want to learn aerial hoop. I posted it here 7 months ago before I took my first class.
Last night my coach showed me this move and I got excited, and then I nailed it on the first try. And I can’t tell you how powerful I felt in that moment. I won’t lie, it was a lot of awkward manoeuvring to get the position just right, and it hurt like fucking hell, but then I let go with my hands and reached down and I was still. There was this moment of grace, and beauty and strength. It was a high in itself. So I did it with the other leg. And then I did it again. And again. And again. And I’ve got the bruise along my lower back to prove it.
I’ve been running my fingers gently across the marks all day, the dull ache reminding me it was real. My body humming from the high.
Operation “Fuck Everything and Fly” begins today. I have found a circus school that offers beginner aerial classes and tonight after work and appointments and a long day of responsibilities I’ll be circus-bound. In the mean time I’m going to distract myself by posting sexy circus shots and gratuitous vacation photos. Because a girl needs distractions…