Lisa and I just can’t stay out of the air! This week, we tried the Aerial Arts workout – and the optimal word here is workout. It involves “cirque-style silks and static trapeze.” Cutting to the chase, this was REALLY hard. You can see from the pictures that we had some moments of glory. But it did not happen with the “greatest of ease” as it did when we did the full flung trapeze. By the time we finished, our arms were shaking and we just could not pull ourselves up. How did we ever climb the rope as a kid? Anyway, all you need to know is that while I type this, it hurts. Typing hurts my fingers, my hands and my arms. It is like a chain reaction of pain! Here is what I can tell you – next time one of those skinny women at carpool says she is going to her “work-out” at Aerial Arts, don’t judge. Don’t assume she barely breaks a sweat and spends the rest of the afternoon at Barney’s. Assume that she could wrestle you to the floor and pin you down with one hand while not spilling her Pinot Grigio in her other. She is my new American hero.