i have so much more free time!
most people who knew me during those sleepless years are asking what i am up to now. and my standard response is "i've joined the circus and fight crime on the side" (my ode to the OG, R.G.).
and it's not all lies!
i am so happy to finally be back at Samadhi!
|look at all the fun toys they have! plus lyra and hammock and static trap and straps...|
it's been more two years since i was last at samadhi. almost a year since i was doing weekly hammock. two months since i was last doing any aerial. basically, i've been terrestrial for too long and IT SUCKS. i miss flying and upside-downing so bad!
samadhi is the second floor of a warehouse. the first floor is a bike and triathalon shop, boca. the first time i ever went there, the boca people were like "you must be looking for the upstairs people" and i was ever so flattered to look like one of the "upstairs people". i remember thinking WHY YES, I AM AN UPSTAIRS PERSON. I LOOK LIKE A COOOL PERSON.
since i've had such a long hiatus, i figured i should do the basics/foundations class again. on the first day of class there was a small group outside of boca and one person looked at me and said "the door is unlocked if you are going upstairs". already i'm thing HELL YEAH, I STILL LOOK LIKE A COOL UPSTAIRS PERSON! and then i get upstairs and nicole immediately says "codi! so glad to have you back!" mind you, i haven't been here in years! daaaaang, samadhi knows how to make a girl feel good! here i was thinking i'd have to fill out all my waivers again and get read the house rules... instead i get greeted by name! :D this is why i'd let them whip me into shape any day!
and speaking of getting whipped into shape... CHEEZUS CHRIST MY ARMS LIKE NOODLES. i think at my peak i could do five straddle ups (basically, five pull ups) in a row. and then after a while i could only do three. and then i could do only one or maybe two and they were fUgly straddles. now, every saturday i'm on the tissu and there's at least four climbs and six straddles. plus foot locks. and pull overs on the hammock. meaning every sunday my arms don't work. hahahaaaaa... i look pathetic trying to take off a shirt, can barely lift my arms over my head!
i used to watch the movie, fight club, every day (put on eye mask, put on fight club, crawl into bed and let the narration talk me to sleep. is that weird?) and i can recite whole chunks of the film. i can't help thinking about the part where the narrator says "fight club became the reason to cut your hair short or trim your fingernails... on your first night your ass was a wad of cookie dough. after a few weeks you were carved out of wood." flying seriously becomes an obsession... like fight club. i cut my hair and trimmed my nails- literally. and you start getting a strange wardrobe of long sleeve shirts (otherwise a dumb wardrobe choice for hawaii) and you wear shorts over your tights. and get covered in bruises in the strangest places (did you ever get fabric burn on the TOP of your foot? or bruises BEHIND your knee and under your chin? the struggle is real.)
|i brusied my chin. and not from falling and not from a fight. it's because i was standing on it.|
and the truth is i've kept up yoga all this time only so i can be more bendy for aerial. and it's kind of a pointless hobby? you don't get anything out of it like fishing or gardening. you don't go anywhere like running or riding a bike. you just get that strange happy feeling from hanging from your ankles 6ft off the ground. or that accomplished, "ahhhhhhhh..." feeling when you can touch your toes to the back of your head. the endorphin rush can't be denied! so i guess if it means i get to fly once a week, let the torture continue. :)