What kind of pole dancer am I?

I read a really fun blog post at Shimmy's Pole Diary. Check it out - it's sort of like a personality assessment for pole dancers.  What I found is that I'm a combo of  The Battler, Good Girl Gone Bad, and Born Again Pole Dancer.  Here's artwork for Good Girl Gone Bad from the blog Pole Dancing Adventures:

The showing up at the studio dressed in a twin set is so true for me because I often go straight from work and I might have an addiction to cardigans :-)

The quote that best fits me about The Battler is "The Battler is not naturally adept at pole dancing. But she absolutely frickin loves it, and it shows. She may never make it to advanced, but she is going to work as hard as she can to be the very best damn pole dancer she can be."

Which one are you?

Happy Poling!

Ahhhh... the quiet in my head

So I'm realizing that one of the reasons I really love pole dancing or going to the "pole gym" for any class for that matter is because it's the one place where my mind does not think about ANYTHING else.  It is so outside of my normal comfort zone, and it takes so much focus to concentrate on pushing my body to do things I didn't think that it could, that nothing else creeps into my thoughts ... EVER.  I don't have any other activity where I can say the same thing.  The only thought that might distract me is whether my yoga shorts are riding up so high the girl behind me can see my underwear.. lol.  Eventually I suppose I'll stop worrying about that too.

Me? Dance on a pole? What?

Hi, welcome to my little corner the internet.  I'm not exactly sure who might read this blog because I don't plan on linking on my facebook page like my other blog but if you've found your way here or I shared this with you then I'm glad you stopped by.

I guess I'll treat this first entry as a little bit of an intro.  I'm not sure anyone would ever expect that I would say to them that my new hobby, in fact my favorite hobby to date is pole dancing, but it's true :-) No, I do not want to be a stripper...let's just clear that up now!

About 8 months ago as a newly separated  35 year old, slightly overweight, a tad on the nerdy side librarian I decided I needed to get my sexy back and do a little bit of "finding myself".  I had a friend who'd taken some pole fitness classes before at a small chain of gyms/studios (also offering floor/chair work classes etc) and there happened to be one of them practically in my back yard.  So on one Saturday morning I summoned all of my courage and dragged myself to the free introductory class.  Most of the women were there in groups or at least pairs...there's safety in numbers! There may have been others that came to the class alone but it seemed as if it were just one older lady and I tucked in the back corner of class looking a bit like deer in the headlights while everyone else giggled with friends.  There is a lot of giggling in the introductory class and in every class where there are a few new people it seems :)  The introductory class was so fun and inspiring though that I decided I was an addict before I had even wrapped my nervous sweaty hand around the cold metal pole.  I signed up for the whole sha-bang.. a package of classes, the shoes (6 inch clear heels), the yoga mat with the silhouette of a sexy woman on it for the stretching classes and I was ready to go!

So here I am nearly 8 months later... completely obsessed with going to "the gym" as I tell my roommates and some of my friends (a few know I actually go to sweat by attempting to fly around a brass pole).  I don't think I've ever come across an activity that makes me feel so empowered, strong, feminine, butt kicking, and just plain awesome before "poling".  That room full of about 20 poles and as many unique women of all ages, shapes, sizes, levels of coordination, and different reasons for being there is totally my happy place these days.  So welcome to my little writing corner where I'll chat about my pole journey,why it makes a happy girl, and probably some of my personal journey as well.  I hope you'll join me for the ride (spin maybe?).