About a year ago we turned our 4th bedroom into a gym, we filled it with punching bags, mats, balls, a treadmill and a weight machine, plus a TV. For an entire week straight I was in their every day. Learning to do sit ups on top of a ball, and running until I my legs turned to gelatin, and I was struggling to catch my breath. After that I closed the door, and refuse to open it. I have even debated selling off the room on craigslist.
So I might not be that little athletic girl I was once, but still had a desire to get into shape, without all the aches and pains. So after watching a couple short home videos of pole dancing on You tube, I decided, that was going to be an easy, and enjoyable way to get back into having a great bikini body.
The pole arrived, and was quickly set up. I jumped right on it, attempted to spin, and instead of looking amazing, and graceful, one leg went up crooked, I don't know where the other leg went, and my head went right into the pole. I didn't spin at all, I basically jumped into the pole and knocked myself out. So I iced my head for awhile, and went back to watching you tube. Instead of watching the clips of girls who could dance, I watched the ones who couldn't. Now I don't feel so bad, and realized just how humorous it all was, I watched girls fall, I watched some of the poles fall, and I watched one girl fall and attempt to be up her instructor, it was hilarious. But none the less, my new pole went away into my collection of workout equipment, collecting dust, hidden away from my view completely.
Then one evening after a day on the boat with some friends, we all came back to my place to enjoy a few drinks, and clean our boats. When a few drinks led to a few more, out came the stripper pole. One of us being an Ex stripper was very comfortable with the pole, and the rest of us at this point had become extremely flexible, strong and graceful pole dancers, or at least we felt that way. I quickly jumped up and hung upside down, doing a couple spins, all while dancing to the oldies. I hit my head, while another girl fell straight on their back, smacking into the floor with a loud thumb, followed by a high pitched quite giggle. We continued this until it was almost time for the sun to come back up, and the guys slowly lost interest in watching us. After all how many times can you watch the same group of girls fall flat on their face, and make small attempts to knock one another out.
After a long and horrific hangover, the pole still standing in my living room, I decided to leave it there, for when the swelling around my body would eventually subside, I figure I would learn how to properly use this device. It took a few days, but finally I was able to practice. I have learned a few moves, and learned how to make them graceful. I am hitting my head a lot less these days, and in return my body is getting into a much firmer shape. I still have my mishaps, and managed to get tangled up into my pole, but relatively turn out okay. The other night I was able to go upside down, invert as pole dancers call it, and hang without any hands. Pole burn is still pretty intense, but its worth it. Not only am I getting into great shape, but I have learned some amazing party tricks.
What I have learned from my pole:
- Clean it often! I spray mine with windex, and use a towel to dry it. That way it removes all the oil. Learning new tricks makes your hands sweat more, so expect to wash and wipe it down often.
- Clean yourself. If you have been sweating or working around the house chances are you have too much oil on you, and you are going to make things more difficult, and your pole will become slick faster.
- Put rubbing alcohol on hands and thighs to help dry yourself, and lengthen the time in between pole cleanings, but expect to reapply and clean pole every 15 minutes.
- Do not put on lotions of any kind, including sunscreens.
- Wear shoes, and don't start in heels!
