‘So are you part of the circus?’ Asks capoeira girl.
I laughed, but politely informed her that I wasn’t, nore was I part of any group. She seemed surprised, and it wasn’t until later that it got me thinking. I guess everyone has to be part of something? And to her, I clearly wasn’t Gymnastic, definitely wasn’t Martial Arts… And at that point I think she started running out of ideas and thought ‘acrobatic’ – which probably equated to ‘Circus’.
Maybe it was the moves I was trying? Y’know, scrappy, uncoordinated, directionless etc. Maybe she was just a bit clueless to the scene and all the little compartments that people generally sit within. I like to think that I was hard to pigeon hole. I like being a square peg in a round hole.
Last night brought upon sneakily wallflips of the 2 step variety (which were nice), more switch btwists – which are actually the right way instead of my regular wrong way, chucking attempts at backfull twists the wrong (switch) way, loads of aerials – because they feel great and I need to get them higher, websters – I’ve decided these are something else, I look at the ground for too long like a handspring without the hands, japfronts – so I don’t forget how to do them, standing backs – even grabbed the back of the legs on one – I’m still not 100% comfortable on those though and a few gainers and btwists of the big horse because they feel ace. All good. All without painkillers, which I’m rather happy about.
‘Besides my agent can’t get the insurance sorted’ I said and tumbled off parping my big red nose and flapping my huge clown shoes.
Note to self: get out my camera and take some photos