Day 2: Trapeze school
As a Christmas present a few years ago, I gave my sister a voucher for a two-hour lesson at the Trapeze School of New York City on West 30th Street in Manhattan. I watched her participate in this activity, not knowing that I would one day attend the school myself.
Inside what is essentially a 70-ft bubble-like tent, the Trapeze School offers classes for novices or more advanced high-flying thrill seekers – all under the tutelage of tight-bodied, enthusiastic instructors.
Still coated in bruises from my boxing match yesterday, I made six separate runs while flying some 30-ft above the ground. Some of the moves involved included hanging upside down and grabbing an instructor’s hands, while catapulting from one swing to the next.
- During my first run, I recall standing on the platform roughly 30-ft above the ground for roughly 30 seconds while being roped into two orange safety lines. I then launched off the platform successfully after hearing the command “hep” (the school’s signal to begin a swing) from a female blonde-haired instructor behind me.
- I was unable to fold my legs onto the bar of the trapeze during my first swing forward. I remember the instructor calling for me to get my legs up during the second swing forward, but, hindered by my ridiculous tight hipster pants, I was unable to pull them up until the third pass.
- I then immediately hung myself upside down with my hands stretched downward.
- If my memory serves me correctly, I yelled “Fun!” while hanging by my legs.
- During the fourth swing forward, I reattached my hands to the bar and pulled my legs back down.
- On the fifth swing, I was told by the instructor to let go and “let go and sit down”. When I landed, my feet hit the net first and flopped the rest of my body down - ultimately sitting with my legs stretched out in front of me.
- I believe the song “You’re the Best” was playing during this run. I also recall other classmates clapping upon the completion of the act.
- When dismounting from the net and back to the ground, the instructor, who was dressed in jeans, a blue t-shirt and boots, told me to match my belt to the edge of the net and flip forward. I attempted to do follow his command but somehow failed. He quickly called me back and told me to place my hands on the net with my palms facing outward.
- I flipped upside down and landed on a blue mat, at which time the instructor unattached the two orange safety ropes from the harness around my waist.
- The entire experience at the trapeze school, and especially during my first run, does not seem as clear to me as I believe it should. I am wondering if the haze that surrounds this particular memory is the result of it not being entirely unfamiliar.
What actually happened on Day 2? Find out here.
- I going to estimate that my first run on the trapeze took 5 minutes and 44 seconds.
- I believe the entire lesson at the Trapeze School lasted 2 hours and 13 minutes.
How long did it take? Find out here.
(The yellow watch recorded the time of the first run, while the second watch recorded the time of the entire class. I believe the stopwatches go back to zero seconds after one hour, so please take that into consideration.)