Last week I ran into a friend who is one of the fittest women I have ever encountered. She is not only physically stunning but also happens to be lovely in personality and I always enjoy chatting with her. In the course of our conversation she mentioned that over her busy summer she had closed her gym and moved her business into a smaller space and is focusing on personal training rather than larger classes. The new format is more fitting to her family centered lifestyle and she is loving it. “However, Heather, I’m still teaching pole dancing and I know you really want to go, so….”
So how could I turn it down? If spinning around a shiny pole means I can look like her? Hell and a big ole yes, I am there in a heart beat, especially since on Sunday afternoons she offers a drop-in class. Of course I programmed it into my phone and told Beth I would be there.
So.
This is what I have to say about the whole thing: I continue to think Beth lovely and fit beyond fit. She looks and sounds divine while doing the naughty cat, the hip crawl and the pole spins. How do I know her fitness superiority? Because when I tried to drag myself up from a kneeling position to somewhere higher on the pole? I did NOT look kittenish. Nay, I was a mere few inches off the ground and oozing all sorts of softness around that pole. Nothing sexy about my efforts. At all. But I will also say this, the work out she gave me in 45 minutes is amazing! I can feel all sorts of places on my body that have either been long unused or have until now not even existed. So next Sunday I’ll be back in that dim room with the sexy lighting and the saucy music, shaking my junk and slinking my stuff. Why? I don’t really know, it’s just good fun in a naughty sort of way.
