Wow itís been a while since Iíve blogged about anything of substanceÖ
Going to change that today.
As some of you know I have been taking Pole Dancing lessons since February. Iíve excelled at it and enjoyed it more than any other fitness activity.
Yes even more than running.
Iíve learned a lot about myself from taking Pole, you wouldnít think such an activity is cause for introspection, but youíd be surprised what is, if you let it. Iíve learned things like, Iím a lot stronger than I thought I wasÖ
Öand a lot sturdier.
Unfortunately Iíve had to fall off the pole many times, in many different ways to figure that one out.
But you know what? Iíve always gotten back up (after a thorough body check) and Iíve tried again.
Bruised and battered, but never defeated.
Iíve forgotten my shoes, Iíve had to walk the 3 blocks back to my car for my workout clothes, Iíve had to walk it in the rain before too; Iíve broken my shoes at class, Iíve stubbed my toes, Iím pretty sure I fractured my big toe joint (mega ouch) Iíve gotten bruises the size of apples, Iíve had a field of bruises on my leg, arms, and torso. Iíve wrenched my shoulders and triggered spasms in my backÖ
But I ALWAYS go back to class
I ALWAYS get back on that pole
and I LOVE it!
I love it because it has made me look at myself and even work through some of the issues I have with low self esteem, as I grow stronger on the pole I grow stronger off of it too. Not that long ago I had resigned myself to a desk job for the rest of my life, but now Iím beginning to look at other options. I want to live my passions and I want to live life and not wonder what the hell happened to my week while I was at my 9 to 5, chained to a d@mn desk the whole time, not being fulfilled AT ALL, job.
I have found the strength to dream again, I have found the strength to love myself FIRST and know that I am worth the time I take on myself and itís beautiful.
And Iím beautiful