Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Pole dancing is hard, and it kind of hurts. My experience of pole dance teachers, and I've known three, is that they all have trouble with the concept that I might not be capable of some moves, even with lots of practice. My pet theory is that when you've been a beautiful women in this society all your life,* you develop an inflated sense of what is possible. Of the pole teachers I have, only one seems to have fully cognizent that I am a 200+ pound person and that is a lot to lift. I know with time I will develop arm strength, but I don't think it is rational to assume that I will develop anything like that anytime soon.
I'm working on the arm strength, which, as someone else pointed out, will come in handy for holding AK-47s when the Zombie Apocalypse comes.
No pole or yoga or anything tonight as I'm working late. I did an hour on the elliptical this morning, which was fine, though using the elliptical gives me a sense of mission creep as I'm not the ""Zombie Out-fitness-machine-r." But I'm told that using it for awhile will really help me get my strength built up for running. So that's good.
*And I'm attractive enough, just not the "Hey, look at her," type. Pole Dance teachers tend to be.