I haven't kept you up to date on my poling shenanigans lately. Well I was very naughty and last year at the height of my weightloss and super-strength I stopped going to class. This was probably around June/July time. Looking back I feel like I hit a brick wall and just found myself in a bit of a funk. Not just with pole dance but with life in general which is really annoying because I literally forget about my problems when I'm pole dancing so the fact is I pushed myself into that little rut, as always.
Even though I stopped attending class, I didn't give up at home, well after a few weeks of moping around I got back on my beloved pole and really pushed myself and I've achieved so much since last year even though there were times I felt like I was getting nowhere, when I look back in my notebook at spins I struggled with I really do believe I have come on leaps and bounds.
I've really found the style of pole I'm looking for, so I'm still really focusing on the exotic style of pole dance. I love how competitive a sport it can be and how there are so many techniques and tricks to learn, but for me as a lover of music and dance the more exotic style of pole dance is definitely the one for me.
I spend a lot of time listening to music, I always have. So what I really enjoy doing is putting on a song or my pole playlist and I just let my body move. I spin, I twirl, I pout and I toss my hair. Sometimes I dance without heels but a lot of the time it's with. I love my Pleasers and they just add so much more sexiness to the affair. I also find it really satisfying to put on an songs I've never heard before and just really go for it. That's when I learn the most and has massively improved my floorwork too. My plowover is looking alright so I've stepped it up to a one-handed plowover and I'm just working on leg variations which tends to look like I'm trying to kick my way out of some kind of acid bath, legs everywhere. My floorwork inspiration comes from Eva Bembo, Olga Koda. They are my absolute favourites! Also inspiring me to get more flexy, these ladies are so bendy it's unreal! (Video courtesy of Eva Bembo)
I'm feeling really proud of myself at the moment too because I have my first pole injury! A broken toe. Yup, I'm in so much pain but it was so worth it. I tried to to a twisted grip/one-handed handstand, I mean I've gone from a beginners handstand to a full handstand so my next big push had to be a twisted-grip handstand (Video courtesy of Sophisticated Pole) Well let me tell you, the first time I did it, I managed to get my entire body in the air, hooked my inside leg onto the pole, outside leg was swinging around like it was actually trying to detach itself from my body and make a run for it, at which point I was so confused trying to figure out what exactly I needed to do to get the top half of my body back on the ground where it was meant to be. I kind of lowered the arm not on the pole, inside leg slides down the pole and voila, saved by my face. Guys, my face broke my fall. It was like there was no gravity at all and then all of a sudden, gravity was back in the room and I was making out with the floor. You know like the scene in Witches of Eastwick when Sukie, Jane and Alex are floating around and all of a sudden they come crashing back down to earth only they landed in a beautiful, indoor pool whereas I landed on the coldest, hardest laminate floor. Again, in case you didn't hear me...with my face.
Undeterred by the first traumatic experience, I've gone in for another and rather than hooking my left foot onto the pole like before, being the cool kids that they are, my foot and the pole have high-fived as if they were both in on some kind of prank the lower half of my body (including my brain) had no idea about, which in turn has pushed me back down full force and as I'm coming down I'm thinking, 'I'm pretty sure I've not slid the couch out of the way.' Annnnnd at that moment I've slammed my toes onto the arm of the sofa, which you would think is quite soft, it isn't. Now with the sheer force and my entire weight on one toe, I wasn't really going to come out of that uninjured was I? The pain didn't actually hit me until I drew breath and the vomit rose up from the deepest depths of stomach/you should be dead but you're not hell, my eyes watered and then a pain worse than anything any character in the Saw movies has been through took over my entire foot. NO, my entire soul. I'm not even exaggerating. I'm still debating whether I actually died for a few seconds or not. I'm surprised I can't see dead people, walking around like real people.
Anyway I stupidly went to work on the the following day and it just wasn't feeling any better. By Tuesday it was a lovely shade of purple and I could just about fit it into a trainer it had swollen that much. I went to A&E had an X Ray and I was told I have a slight break/fracture, but honestly all I heard was we were going to cut your foot off but you've actually been dead for two days, this was after I freaked out because the DR asked me to sit on a bed and I asked him if he was going to cart me away on it, you're right. I didn't ask I kind of yelled.
Luckily I had my very rational boyfriend with me and because I blacked out from my mental breakdown while the Dr was talking, Ben kindly reiterated that I've been told to keep off it until the swelling goes down and then it'll need exercising. So no poling for a while (which made me cry) as it could turn into a full break if I even slightly bang it again while it's healing. I keep looking at my sofa like it's killed my entire family I honestly don't know how me and the sofa can move on from this, it's kind of like the time I trapped my finger in our garden gate and spent days stood at my Mums bedroom window staring it down, plotting my revenge which was melting it down into a metal ball and tossing it into the Ocean, which I also have beef with after the time I drowned to death in Anglesey, but that's another story. Nevertheless it hasn't put me off wanting to try the handstand again only this time I'll wait for Ben to spot me, like I was meant to the first time.
So yeah, I'm back at class and I couldn't be happier. Lots of new fun and friendly faces and quite obviously the best teacher in the world.
What have you guys been up to? Any injuries or success? Any advice? Let me know :) Leave a comment!
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