Pole

Finally I've time and the leisure to check out the buzz about pole. I don't treat it like dance though. I don't feel anything for it. I suck at bellydancing and salsa. Pole isn't likely going to make me love it. I had a bit of a shock at the club lighting of the studio. Too used to the bright airy cheerful pilates studio. But I like the idea of a physical challenge. The uneven parallel bars have always been my favorite in gym class. I dislike the balance beam because I keep falling off. So in pole class, I treat it exactly like another apparatus.

Off the girlfriend and I went to pole class on a weekday afternoon. She's the best! Game for a new experience, she's such a fun pole partner! "Feel hot and sexy!" The instructed repeated. Ummm.....no! I want to feel lithe and fit, not smoldering exotic! I bet you she has probably decided that this student cannot dance for shits. Wahahahahah. The music they use for mass classes ah....can die. I'm fitting out the iPod for the lessons so that I get to move to what I like, not senseless R & B or hip hop monotony. Very difficult to count those dooofdoof beats when I'm not feeling them.

I totally ignore wearing stripper platforms. Nobody in the world can convince me to wear them. Those ought to be classified as some kind of lethal weapon. I've a phobia of being impaled on them. It was the singular thing that put me off trying out pole for the longest time. I can deal with bruises. Spectacular bruises are breathtaking. But I will not deal with scratches or puncture wounds. I'll do pole class barefooted.

Learning the grips is important. I need to be really friendly with the pole. Once I get the 'how', I can lift myself into those poses. I need to work on the balance so as not to smash my face into the floor. Then I can work on beautifying those lines. However, until I complete my lessons, you're not going to see any sort of gravity-defying wowser pole stunts.