So, so excited. I'll explain: I've been training in static trapeze and have been in the same class level for a year now. The task? A sequence of about 20 moves, a little routine, that you memorize and perform without mistake—on the high bar.
It doesn't look like much, in the photos. And honestly? It's not. This is still the beginner leagues.
I'm not a gymnast. I was always scared of back-handsprings as a kid. Never could do my middle splits. Most people in my aerial classes now are youngish ex-gymnasts. They train 3-4 times a week. Things are natural. They advance quickly.
Me? I'm just an aging normal person who can only train a little every week, but happens to be really stubborn and likes being upside-down.
Most of my friends have advanced already. I'm trying not to be hard on myself about it. (I did break my toe and was out of commission for awhile, so there's that.) But right now, I'm simply relieved. And tired. And really, really happy.