Reappearing Act

Since I last wrote (a shocking ten days ago) I have run my first half-marathon with my mom and taken a flying trapeze class. I am tired at the moment, and trying to do about fourteen things at the same time (one of which is baking a cake...very important not to forget that's in the oven,) but I think it's important I get back to the blog again.

The half-marathon was not as hard as I thought it would be, but left me in more pain the next day than I imagined possible. If you decide you want to do one, please please pleasepleasepleaseplease learn from my mistakes: FOLLOW THE TRAINING SCHEDULE, and wear slightly broken-in shoes (as opposed to shoes that you discover have a hole by the pinky toe when you're on the train on your way to the race.) Yesterday, the bottoms of my feet hurt so much that I was walking like an old woman. Actually, that's not entirely accurate, because at one point an elderly woman with a walker actually bypassed me. So I don't actually know what I was walking like. Even with the painful feet, though, I can't wait to do my next one. I can see how this is addictive!

The day after the half-marathon, my mom and I took a class at the Trapeze School New York. It was absolutely amazing. I am now pretty comfortable with jumping off a platform several feet up in the air, and can do a backflip off the trapeze to land in the net. My mom tried a catch a couple of times (where a trained trapeze artist was also swinging and tried to catch her in the air,) but I wasn't quite ready for that. Maybe next time, and there definitely will be a next time!

There are about 47 funny incidents that happened over the course of the past few days that I would love to share, unfortunately, there's no time. The cake smells like it just might be ready...