Kate Dailey
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Jun 16, 2009 12:15 PM
Since I am broad-shouldered and have somewhat of a sturdy gait, people tend to mistake me for an athlete. While I played my fair share of sports growing up, I never had the requisite grace, coordination, or speed to be anything other than a steady member of the JV squad. (My sister, the college swimmer, got those genes: she did her first triathlon on a whim and returned home with the third-place medal. She also won the mountain bike being raffled off, because her athletic prowess is so great that it extends even to games of chance.)
So when we heard Reebok had designed a trapeze-based course with Cirque du Solei being offered at Equinox, it seemed like the perfect chance to make a fool of myself on camera in the name of investigative reporting and blog hits. Fitness classes—especially the seemingly fun, trendy ones involving dance or stepping or synchronized movement of any kind—have previously translated into about 60 minute of stumbling and humiliation for me, neither of which burn too many calories.
Find out if I flew through the air—or landed on my butt—after the jump.
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