If you’d asked me three months ago if I’d try aerial yoga, I’d’ve said, “Um, no.” Bunch of reasons: I don’t like heights, I don’t like being inverted from high places, and I don’t like exacerbating my already always-there shoulder pain (sez the weightlifter *eye roll*). Also, I’m sometimes scared to try new things. Ask me two weeks ago? Fuck yeah, I’ll try it! So tonight, I went to Lucy’s beautiful and friendly studio and tried it. And then I spent most of the 75 minute class swallowing tears. Not due to any one thing in particular. It wasn’t just the physical pain or emotional pain and frustration, but the…