The title was kinda mean.
It actually didnt occur to me what you mightcould surmise this post was about until it was written, edited and I *stopped* to reread the title
and then grabbed a sharpie and some construction paper.
Alas it’s not about SEXXXY MizFit time. (although Id like to explore that. OAKLAND? lets do a class!)
It’s about getting our PLAYGROUND time on (which, if youre me, is the anti-thesis of sexy).
It is, in fact, really more about ROPE CLIMBING—something thats been on my mind for a while now.
Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad gym class flash backs and all.
Allow me to elaborate.
A few months ago the Tornado started circus class.
Toward the end of the class they do “stations” which consist of floor work, silks and rope climbing.
She, unlike her misfitMama, rocks the rope climbing.
As I watched her scamper up the coil it struck me how she LOVES rope climbing (!) because she doesnt have all the additional (gym class) baggage I have.
Watching her climb and fall and sliiiiiiiide down and climb again and play around with climbing only using her arms and giggle the entire time made even *me* long to try rope climbing again.
I went up after class and quickly learned it is NOT proper protocol for moms to mount said ropes and “have at it.” Who knew?
Since I didnt have access to a rope—we decided to try scampering up this structure at the playground:
The Tornado informed me we would be climbing without using our legs and proceeded to demonstrate proper form.
At this point I didnt care if I couldnt make it much off the ground.
The pride emanating from her at the opportunity to be the expert made.me.smile.
I’d be lying if I didnt share I was apprehensive about trying.
Im not sure if it was more remembering how badly I sucked at climbing the ropes in gym class or fear at the peeling, icky state of the pole.
Regardless I felt surprisingly nervous as the Tornado shouted GO MAMA!! GO!!
But embraced the fear, grabbed the pole, *completely* relaxed my legs, and strived to haul my
ass self upward.
And while the process kind of sucked (Im nothing if not honest. It was hard on everything from HANDS to shoulder joints!) getting to the top rocked!
- What was the last childhood fear you faced?
- Do you share my HORRIFYING gym class experience? (please never to even utter the word VOLLEYBALL in my presence)