I went to my first pole dance fitness class yesterday HERE.
This was me REALLY stepping out of my comfort zone and trying something new. When was the last time you tried something new?
When I first showed up to class, I immediately noticed that I had entered into the land of the pretty popular girls. The under 30-somethings were sporting boy shorts and sports bras on their flawless skinny tanned bodies. What the hell was me, the pale fatty, doing here?! I immediately started having a serious mental dialogue with myself about my goal weight and how it should be lower. Then, I wanted to run back out to my car and drive to the nearest Dairy Queen. But I didn't.
Upon closer inspection, the room had about 25 ft ceilings with 8 shiny metal poles floor to ceiling. We began with some stretching and floor ab work.
Onwards to the poles...we learned how to climb the pole (I only made it up about four feet), but some of the experienced students made it up to the ceiling...wow. Then we learned how to spin around the pole and do backbends. It turned out to be really fun, but not really a cardio class, more strength training.
Let me tell you, pole dancing is WAY more difficult than Zumba and Jazzercise. About 500% more difficult. Those strippers really have to be in great shape for their jobs. It is a serious upper body workout. Pretty much every muscle above my waist is in serious pain today. I have found muscles that I didn't know that I had.
The instructor warned me about bruises that would probably show up on my legs...and she wasn't kidding...here's my right leg this morning, I count 5 bruises:
Will I go back for another class? Probably not. But I think that this experience was a non-scale victory as I never would have gone to this class when I weighed 256 lbs.