The first rule of trapeze is to listen. They told us this often. When I listened I was doing things I’d only ever dreamed of. The one time I didn’t I broke a toe. You have to LISTEN.

We used to go to Circus Circus in Las Vegas and watch the trapeze show. As a child I would look up at those artists and marvel. They were magical and so sparkly in their fancy outfits.

So when a friend suggested we go to a class I was ALL over it. It took some convincing for Jon to get on board. He was worried about my recently “fixed” back, and my tendency toward epic clumsy. Legitimate concerns.

If you know me or have read this blog at all you know that epically clumsy describes me well.

How is it that this is Jon’s first time, and he lands all sorts of wrong, and he doesn’t get hurt? AT.ALL. He landed on his head!

Jon after my crappy landing, “I thought you would be better at this. What with your lower center of gravity, and carni blood??…..”

Hmmmmm……… It had me laughing. You know, since I am short, and am very distantly related to some circus performers. Carni blood. Hahaha!Me. I land a little wrong, and break stuff. This is me breaking my toe. Yup. I am indeed smiling. Thinking to my self, you idiot. Way to NOT listen. Jacked up both feet and my right hand. I like to make the most of my self inflicted injuries.

We got to go up five times. three practices, and two catches. I broke my toe on my second failed landing.

So I made Jon go, and he was the only guy in the class. BUT he had fun anyway. He is not allowed back though. Day two of whining about the pain, and I have dubbed him the fun sucker. My computer programmer is not cut out for physical strain.

I apologize to his mission companion who had to deal with him when he first started riding a bike from being in a car. So very sorry.

Emily was asking if we would want to go rock climbing with her and Josh. I told her I would, but Jon’s not allowed. When I told Jon he said, “Thank you. I love you.”

But man! He was a sport, and did AWESOME!  Really awesome!

And he really did have so much fun. Until the sore muscle announced their full body presence. “There is NO pain free way to breath! ”  (hahahahahaha!!!!!) They missed documenting my first catch, which is kind of a bummer since it was SO much better than my second one. Meanwhile I got TWO catches which is AWESOME! Especially since I had to climb the ladder three times with jacked up feet and hand!

This is my holey crap I did it face! Even though I had already been caught once, it was still shocking that I didn’t mess up!

And me landing wrong. Again. I decided I need to go back for another lesson to work on my landings.

My broken toe, and trashed paint job. And my jacked up hand. Learning to fly the trapeze was not without blood, sweat, and tears. 😉 Well except the tears part. There was WAY too much adrenalin for tears, or pain. The pain came later. And that’s when I noticed that I jammed a couple toes on my other foot. Sweet!

Jon, Janice, Sally (Master mind behind the outing). and her lovely friend Cassidy (SP?).

Since we could see it from the trapeze school, we took a small detour on our way home to check out the Gilbert temple build. SO pretty!

How my toe looked when we got home.

And how it looked the next day. So pretty. It’s not too bad until a child steps on it. Then the inner cursing flys. Ice, tape, and ibuprofen have been good to me.

So how did I convince Jon to do this? I told him it’s what I wanted to do for our anniversary date. He’s picking next year.

Seven years later and Jon is still willing to do crazy stuff for me. Ya, he’s a keeper.