I've got a fever, a circus fever

Because trapeze and trampoline were becoming routine and boring jparks and I signed up for some aerial acrobatics classes. (Have I mentioned that before? I don't think so) I've taken about 5 classes and jparks has taken 3 and our strength has doubled since we started. These classes are much harder than any of the others because you are literally throwing your weight around. And, besides adding muscle at a scary fast rate, the fat has started to disappear pretty quickly too. Yay for less fat!

Last night I brought the camera with me hoping I could snag some good shots of jparks in his sexy pants. (He can't wear regular workout pants for aerial. He should be in leggings, but that's not going to happen, so he wears tight-ish sweatpants that he can pull up over his chest. They have been named his "sexy pants" by some of our fellow gym goers. And sexy they are.) I managed to get some great shots of jparks trying various tricks and getting them on his first time and he got shots of me trying tricks for the third or fourth time and barely being able to complete them. Bastard has brute strength and I don't.

This first pose is called a bird's nest:


Here's my knee hang, which is so simple it almost seems like I'm cheating:


Here's jparks doing a split on the silks. I can do this too, but someone was too busy running around whining about how much he hates aerial to take my picture:


And here's me doing the hammock pose:


There are a ton more pictures here on my flickr account. Some are good, some are not, all are interesting and worth a laugh.

Also, the gym employees call us "the Newlyweds" as in Nick and Jessica. Should I be insulted? I'm hoping I'm Nick and jparks is Jessica, that's the only thing that makes sense, right?