Wow it’s been a while since I’ve blogged about anything of substance…
Going to change that today.

As some of you know I have been taking Pole Dancing lessons since February. I’ve excelled at it and enjoyed it more than any other fitness activity.

Yes even more than running.

I’ve learned a lot about myself from taking Pole, you wouldn’t think such an activity is cause for introspection, but you’d be surprised what is, if you let it. I’ve learned things like, I’m a lot stronger than I thought I was…

…and a lot sturdier.

Unfortunately I’ve had to fall off the pole many times, in many different ways to figure that one out.
But you know what? I’ve always gotten back up (after a thorough body check) and I’ve tried again.
Bruised and battered, but never defeated.
I’ve forgotten my shoes, I’ve had to walk the 3 blocks back to my car for my workout clothes, I’ve had to walk it in the rain before too; I’ve broken my shoes at class, I’ve stubbed my toes, I’m pretty sure I fractured my big toe joint (mega ouch) I’ve gotten bruises the size of apples, I’ve had a field of bruises on my leg, arms, and torso. I’ve wrenched my shoulders and triggered spasms in my back…

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 I’m 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 it’s beautiful.

And I’m beautiful

and strong