Some of my 2018 goals was to commit to writing more.
Thus, here is some of my I-did-what series, a journey of exploring different fit-adventures.
Here is an excerpt of something I wrote in 2016.
If you had been a regular blog reader, you would have seen that four posts ago, I expressed my interest in taking up pole dancing classes. I decided to commit to having that YOLO mentality, and signed up for a 6-week beginner pole dancing class with zero expectations.
I am no dancer, but I love dancing. I did two years of rhythmic gymnastics in 4th grade and accidentally ventured into belly dancing and burlesque (I got the class time mixed up for Korean pop dancing) in freshman year of college and some ballroom in senior year.
I have been fascinated with pole dancing with its gracefulness and upper body strength. I have been telling a few good friends (now I’m telling the world!) that I have been going for pole classes and I definitely got interesting reactions, with one or two reacting very positively. It’s unfortunate that pole has been associated as an inappropriate dance, because while it requires lots of skin contact, it’s one of my favorite cardio activities that trains all parts of your body (with my favorite dance pops!)
I’m on my 3rd week of pole now, and have never been more excited to dance class. In beginner lessons, they require you to have more clothing and as the stunts get more difficult, you are required to bare more skin.
One thing I’m loving about pole is that you can do these pirouettes as much as you want without being a ballerina. You get to do some pirouettes in ballroom but your partner has to guide you into it so it’s limited. Here, you get to spin around the pole at any speed, with the pole being your partner, but you are in full control (Pole would be the perfect feminist sport!).
I didn’t get photos, but my first week of pole were just bruises and a sore arm. 3rd week included more spins, which I am feeling the sprain on my left foot.
Onto more Ariana Grande!