A little background information on me. I’m small. Like, not petite, but just small. Always have been. No matter where I go, somebody is bound to call me “Slim” as a term of endearment. I fluctuate between a size 4 and 6. I haven’t gained any weight since college and I graduated nine years ago. I’ve had issues with it for forever, but now I’m grateful for it. I’m one of the few who doesn’t have to diet or exercise before special events come up. You would think I was in the gym regularly, but the reality is I don’t work out.
This is not a humble brag. It’s a sad truth.
I’m out of shape. Nothing has proven that more than me going to my first pole dance class.
So, I’m about two years late on the stripper pole craze. I snagged a gift certificate for little or nothing for 15 classes. I thought I was getting a deal, but it might be a gift and a curse. I ain’t gon’ last for 15 classes. Nope.
Okay, I will, but stretching is a must. The crunches as a cool down? They almost killed me. I thought I’d move to pole technique because I’m a fast learner, but I need to stay right where I am. I won’t go into more detail about the class since it was only an hour, but let me say this…
Must respect to strippers, exotic dancers, pole gymnasts, etc. I may not engage in those activities for money, but I’m not knocking what they do. Who would’ve known these women had to have so much upper body and core strength? That’s real work! They deserve every dime. It’s an art.
This is not a game. It’ll possibly be an Olympic sport in 2016. I will conquer the beast that is the pole. I’m not out to compete or be a dancer in training. At all. It’s actually a great workout, and we see where that gym membership has gotten me. Nowhere fast.
Maybe I’ll report back with my progress. Maybe.