Despite the torturous complex drilling and tying confusion, my parents refused to believe there existed anything they couldn't set up so they persisted and viola, HERE IS MY AERIAL HAMMOCK!
Watching them set it up was a cruel toll on my heart. One minute it seemed as if all hope was lost and we were going to fail, with everyone walking on tip toes partially because my dad was gonna snap and partially because the floor was filled with ceiling plaster bits.
But then my mum bear through the brunt of his quiet rage and they trudged on. I have no idea why they haven't disowned me yet. First the pole and now this. Imagine if I took my skydiving license for real. They're gonna have to install a wind tunnel next heh heh heh.
My baby brother liked lying in the hammock. I kept cooing over how adorable he was eeeeek such an adorable throwback to his baby days.
My grandma would task me to swing the crib till he sleeps. I would always want to do my own stuff so once, I tied the end of a rope to the triangle (apparatus of the standard baby crib) and the other end to a curtain hook. It swung itself for a while then stopped.
I remember sneakily peeking into the crib to see if maybe he was asleep. But my baby brother stared back at me with the biggest, most awake eyes. And I quickly hid from his sight and ran out of the room to play with my sister anyway, lying to my grandma that I had already swung him to sleep.
So adorable my little man. I'll love him forever.
Anyway.
Last night, I couldn't sleep much at all.
I woke up at 2.30am crying from the pain and almost dozing off in the living room after taking warm water and when I headed to bed, Gabriel lovingly tried to cuddle me with his usual rough swift pull-in and today it hurt and so I cried again and pushed him off. Sorry baby.
It was on and off waking up in torment. I woke up in time for work but my mind and body were so simultaneously drained that I knew I'll lose it if I carried on my day like that. But still, I got up and did some yoga in the hopes it'd help my body ease up.
And it worked because 10 minutes of intensive flow and inversion practice later, I concluded my practice, went for a shower then knocked out till noon.
Hung on for a good 7 seconds, even though my form was off! Imagine if I corrected my form and how much longer I would've lasted. I'll try tomorrow!
I can feel the balance point for my forehand stand already but the fear of being unsupported weighs heavy in my head. Maybe tomorrow I'll get the little brother to hold onto my ankles.
If you're a yoga enthusiastic, I'd like to remind you to not do inversions when you're on your monthly cycle. My inversions and, wild thing made my uterus burn like a raging cunt after I got out of the pose. Psychological maybe, but still.
I think I wore my sports bra inside out. I am hopeless.
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