My blog heading sounds a little scary. I’m not trying to kill myself at all, if you must wonder. But with passion, stems a desire for wanting to achieve certain things pretty badly. In my case, I don’t know what it is – getting fit perhaps.

There is something quite special about being able to attempt such tricks I never thought I could in a million years. It just didn’t cross my mind that these Cirque Du Soleil-ish type moves are actually achievable. Being up there is just simply wonderful.

The feeling of dropping back, knowing my body is securely intertwined between the tissu – is just marvellous. It’s indeed a comfortable position, as if I were a bat, I could hang in that position forever. Nothing else mattered.

This one required a little bit of balance with a straddle. I’m not that flexible in circus-terms but there is a particular angle where I could cheat to look flexible at that level.

And not very sexy indeed, my back structure is starting to look manly. But hey, I heard “strong is the new sexy”, no?

Twist, and twist and tadaaaaa…

Now this is a comfortable one to help stretch the over-splits.

I was trying to achieve something. Some kind of muscles I never imagined I could have.

I do think I’m at my fittest now. I look back at my wedding photos and I go – yuck.