Our first date six months ago included a trip to Beantown for a class on the flying trapeze. Since then we have taken a workshop and attempted to go once or twice per month for a class to keep up our skills.
Mallory, in the zone.
Know what I love about the flying trapeze? You cannot have a care in the world when you are up there, other than possibly fear of your own death, depending on your feelings about heights. This is a great thing, because as humans we typically walk around thinking all kinds of stupid useless things all day, like who in our family is embarrassing, why that guy is such a jerk or what smells funny, but when you are on that platform, ready to jump, there is no past or future, just immense adrenalin and the moment. You are alive. Period. It's refreshingly simple and the most addictive thing in the world.
Flying
When I was a kid, I dreamed of many things: being a famous author like Judy Blume, owning a convertible, living in a mansion with that lame guy from Growing Pains and doing flying trapeze. It's so awesome that some dreams really do come true (and some don't, praise Madonna) and also that I am with someone who enjoys flying as much as I do.
Happy six months!
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Mallory does a "hocks off" back in the day.
Mallory's new trick: "half turn"
What I'm working on: "layout" (currently uncatchable... frowny face)
Another favorite trick: "Seat Roll"
And just for fun: A really cool swinging trapeze act.
