I had my second pole dancing class last night, and it once again confirmed that I am in terrible shape, and not particularly sexy. Though I am getting a bit better, I like to think. Last night we learned the "Fireman Spin" on the pole, and the "Sexy Pushup" on the floor. I was concerned about the spin, and it turns out I was right to be worried. Today I have a giant bruise on the inside of my right thigh from doingit incorrectly, and bruises on both my ankles from doing it correctly. I'm still not doing it properly, but by the end of the night, I managed to spin around the pole and actually land on my feet, which is a big step up from the way I ended up sprawled on the floor the first couple of times I tried. The Sexy Pushup is a miserable thing. I don't have a lot of strength in my arms, thanks to years of having a separated shoulder, followed by surgery 3 years ago, and ending up with arthritis in said shoulder. I've avoided using my arms for a long time, and pole dancing requires a whole lot of upper body strength. Anyways, I showed Ian how to do the sexy pushup (which I cannot myself do just yet) and even he thought it was tough, and he has upper body strength to spare. So, I will continue to stick with this class, and probably take it again. It's really great exercise, once again muscles that I didn't realize I had are aching today. As ridiculous as I feel, the women in the class and the instructors are friendly and fun to be with. I've never found a way to exercise for an hour that only feels like 15 minutes.
I must go, Mary is shouting "No!" very angrily at the TV, apparantly Zabomafoo has done something with a Llama that she does not approve of.