Pole Dancing is not for me
In my quest to lose weight prior to the #PartridgePortugalTrip I’ve been hitting the gym (sometimes hard, sometimes not so hard) and it was while getting changed one day that I spotted a poster for a free pole dancing class. Well, I love trying new things, especially when it might have the added bonus of helping my shed a couple of pounds and so I persuaded a friend to come with me and we booked ourselves in. After trying it, I have to say I have a new respect for Strippers in North Carolina and around the world, especially those who work the pole every night.
When we arrived at the class, we started to feel a little intimidated as there was a group of instructors wearing tiny hotpants that wouldn’t look out of place in Ibiza (just hope they’d waxed!) and were hanging upside down unnaturally on the pole.
The free class proved to be popular and was packed with us splitting into groups of six to share a pole. The instructor showed off some moves and then we got to it. Or some of us did. My friend and I were truly the worst in the whole class, not managing to master one move, there were ladies of a certain age in the class who did better than we did. I’d imagined in my head that, following my summer in Mallorca where I actually went to a pole dancing club plus many years of experience in getting up on the pole during girls nights out after a few too many sherries, I would be a natural.
Every time the moves were demonstrated, they looked super easy and effortless and then every time I got on the pole I felt self-conscious, lost all my coordination and couldn’t seem to work out how to spin around. I didn’t find it physically hard but I literally couldn’t figure out in my head how to do it.
I kept thinking to myself that something would click soon and it would just fall into place but as time went on I seemed to get worse rather than better. Eventually our ordeal was over and we headed home, determined never to speak of this debacle again. Despite doing next to nothing for an hour and a quarter, my arms have been hurting for two whole days now and so as an exercise class, it must work.
Needless to say, we’ve decided not to go again next week and so my search for the perfect exercise class continues with #BloggersGetHulaFit in London on Saturday – I’ll let you know how that turns out.
If you’re interested in giving pole dancing a try and you’re from the Derbyshire area, check out Karrie’s Pole Fit.
We’re off on an impromptu mini-break tomorrow night! Follow the hashtag #PartridgeSurreyTrip to find out what Mr P and I will get up to whilst we’re there.