Thursday, September 27, 2012

About Me: Where I Started

I haven't gotten around to this because I'm awful about keeping up with a blog.

Where I started ...
I started taking pole classes back in January 2011. I was looking for ANYTHING that didn't involve me going to a stinky gym to lift weights. I had just finished my second week of ballet classes that month. Yes, ballet classes, I don't discriminate, and neither should you. So, a friend of mine told me about a pole class she had went to with her friend, and for some reason her friend backed out and she need some buddy support. I figured, "I've already tried ballet, it's not like I can't be any more adventurous," and I agreed to go.

We end up riding together to class. I was extremely nervous, and I think most of it was because I knew this wasn't going to be a co-ed type of situation. So. we arrive at the studio, with the outside dressed brightly in neon lights, and the inside filtered with red lighting everywhere. Sure enough, I'm the only male in class. I think my biggest fear was that I was going to get looks from everything in there, asking, "Why the hell is he here?" We meet our instructor, Sierra, and she greets us with a smile, and helps us get situated. I struggled! Struggled like no one's business! "This pole crap is HARD," I thought. So, by the end of class, I've found that I've sweated like I've been running a marathon, so a workout was accomplished. On the way home, my friend and I discussed our experience in class that evening, all of which were positive from both of us. We agreed that we will continue to go to class to see where this could take us.

Thankfully, I found a Groupon for that very studio the following week, and totally hooked myself up with some discount classes. It had been love since then. I tell people that my friend got me into it, but secretly, I like to joke that Groupon was the matchmaker in all this.

I continue going to this studio for a whole year. Learning new spins and eventually inverting. That was a big feat for me, as the idea of being upside down has always scared the Rice Krispies out of me. I refused to back down from this, so I just kept working hard. And, it just so happens that I found a video of my first invert attempt!


After finally inverting, I eventually moved on to other tricks. I had built such an amazing support system within the pole studio, that I felt like anything could be accomplished. The funny thing is that my friend, who introduced me to pole eventually stopped going, and I stayed. The pole studio owner, the instructors, and all the classmates seemed to be quite welcoming to a guy in class. I really feel thankful for this, because I still find that men are not getting as much consideration for showing an interest in pole. I still consider myself lucky.

And so began my pole journey ...

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Shirts vs. skins ...

Last week was the first time, ever, I had taken my shirt off for a full class session. Yes! I've been poling for one year, and eight months, and this is the first time!

Okay, so I wanted to start this off with that awkward opening because it really is an issue for class: shirts vs. skins. I can understand the feeling of not wanting to take off my shirt, I have always been self conscious about my body. I was quite the chubster when I was younger, and all throughout my twenties I had a soft midsection. When I first started taking pole classes, I would wear a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. That was fine for a month or so, but it did eventually get in the way, with all the loose parts of clothing. Eventually, I moved on to ribbed tank tops, which was a drastic improvement. Everything seemed to be form-fitted and no loose clothing got in the way.

So this goes on for a months, and months, and months, until I finally start taking spinning pole classes. Oh man, talk about a completely different ball game. First off, you definitely need more strength on a spinning pole, than you would on a static one. Well, last week, I am in class working on an amazing little combo and I just kept sliding. Part of me knew that if I was going to get this, I would have to go at it bare chested. I flung off my shirt, and wouldn't you know, it worked! All this time, I had been struggling with moves, but was always so hesitant to release the one thing that was hindering me from succeeding.

I guess my point to the story is that I had battled with this inner demon of showing my midsection, and it took me so long to discover that my self consciousness was only holding me back. I still see other people dealing with it in class also, but not that many. It seems like I was the only one who kept holding myself back.

This "epiphany" has taught me a few things:
  1. Pole is about discovering your body and your mind.
  2. No one is watching your stomach (or love handles in my case).
  3. The more skin, the  better- you will stick easier!
  4. You'll have a less sweaty shirt at the end of class.

In conclusion: A word of advice, get over yourself, and just take off the damn shirt. It will make pole life easier.

Patrick