Acrolove

Today was kind of off-the-rails awesome, in an acro way. I got a semi-private lesson with a very large friend who doesn't have a name here yet... so let's call him the Ant. I am very fond of the Ant, the Ant seems fond of me, and we certainly share a fondness for him lifting me high over his head on his giant dinner-plate hands. So today we got me in a belt with lines, and got a lesson in how I could stand in his hands while he pressed his arms straight over his head. Oh, it was high up. And I learned that when the base is both soft and strong about receiving the weight, popping up and down between shoulder height and way overhead feels like being a bubble on the waves of an invisible sea. A very tight-cored bubble who sometimes forgets to breathe. :-) I am so grateful for enormous friends who are willing to expend all that energy floating me about, and teachers who can tell them how.

I also ALMOST jumped up on handbalancing canes under my own power. I don't really know how close it was, but it was certainly the lightest spot I've ever gotten.

After that, heisenbug and I spent the afternoon on a beach with the greater acro community. The sand made a lot of moves get pretty wonky, but we did the ones that made sense, and I taught some camel and two-high and barrel roll... heisenbug did his first successful lift to high bird (aka the Dirty Dancing move), though we don't think it ever quite happened with me. The evening ended with a discussion of one-legged squats and one-arm, one-leg pushups (yes, that really is a thing).

Did I mention doing the splits in the gym before any of this started? Yeah, I'm pretty beat. So tomorrow, I'll... spend the whole afternoon in the park doing more acro, of course.