sharing the joys, triumphs and struggles of faith, family and fitness!

Pole dancing, pole fitness, lollipop gymnastics, it’s fun whatever you call it!

on November 28, 2013



It’s so much fun!
I began pole early in 2013, I was blessed to meet a gorgeous lady in hospital while we were awaiting our little boys arrivals. This beautiful girl has since become a very good friend. When we talked about our love for keeping fit I was surprised and a little shocked when she told me she was a pole dance instructor, but as the weeks went on I became intrigued.
Our beautiful boys were born within a couple of weeks of each other and the play dates began. Miss C had a pole in her garage…I asked her to show me some moves….I was now very interested, it looked so easy, so graceful, so exciting!

I soon learnt that pole fitness is anything but easy!
The strength and flexibility you need is quite incredible, I discovered quite quickly this was not going to be a walk in the park!
And so my weekly/fortnightly lessons began. In a garage with our babies in their prams, watching us laugh, squeal, lament, and jump around like complete twits when I got something right!

I started taking formal classes in July this year, starting in the intermediate level 1 class as I had learnt lots of the basic moves, with my friend’s patient teaching.

The classes are hard, I am pushed every week out of my comfort zone. I have a good fitness base and am quite strong but going upside down and holding onto the pole with your tummy and inside knee is very scary!
I watch children at the park and marvel at their lack of fear and sheer determination on the play equipment. I’m not a dare devil, and I’m quite un coordinated, (getting my lefts and rights confused quite often) but I AM determined! I’m currently on intermediate level 2, and will probably stay there for a while.
In order to move up to the next class I have to have my splits, and be able to shoulder mount. I’m close to both, but not quite there yet!

I love the challenges, the sense of achievement and the camaraderie of our classes. My class is made up of lovely girls, a mum, an Olympian, a teacher, a dancer, a chef…all having fun, encouraging, helping and lifting each other up (quite literally sometimes).

It is a beautiful sport, and yes it has a bit of a stigma attached to it, but it brings me so much enjoyment, and there is so much to learn.
It’s not like a gym class you might take week after week, doing basically the same thing to new music, It’s different every week, some weeks are painful, both physically and mentally, others are a pure joy, especially when you get a tricky move right for the first time!
I’m so glad I found an exercise that I love, and am so thankful for my hospital stay where I met a new friend and found a new hobby ( oh, and my newborn baby boy was a pretty awesome bonus too hehe! ;-O )

As much as I’m not ashamed of my sport, I’ve decided out of respect for my family to not post my pole pics on this blog. (Before you wonder, I wear a singlet and shorts and no heels)


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