Monday night silks class was the usual practice of my tricks. The "Dry Hands" liquid rosin I've been using was marking up the silks, so I can't use it anymore. Not sure if it's because I was using regular rosin or if the silks were really clean, but it was hard to climb. I still can't jump into the hip key, but soon I will own that fothermucking move.
Heather was helping a new girl climb, and the girl was only strong enough to just hug the silks from a standing position. Heather told her, "It's ok, von Hottie did just that for a long time." "Yeah," I said, "For five months!" Then at the end of class, I held the silk tight for her so she could try to climb. I told her to lift her hands and then try to lift her legs. "I can't," she said."I'm not strong enough." "It's ok, "I said."You'll get there."
As I said it, I felt like I was walking through a revolving door, looking at my old self exit while my present self moved onward. And upward. And upside down. And sideways. All with beautifully pointed toes.