Today was the final of my introductory pole dancing classes. I am the most un-sexy, ungraceful, person in the class and today I was clad in a Pink Floyd t-shirt and track pants that I had to roll up exposing the hairy I’m-growing-them-out-for-waxing legs beneath. But I was there for the workout!
I was proud of myself today though as, usually the worst at the moves, I was good at the climb and made it to the top of the five meter pole on my second attempt.
I am yet to decide whether I will continue onto “beginner” classes.
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