If you fall off the pole... there's no safety net

To continue our trend of trying new and slightly offbeat activities such as trapeze-ing, B and I signed up for Pole 101 at Boston Pole Fitness.  Last night, we walked through the Gold's Gym at Fenway to a dance studio with 10 poles descending from the ceiling.  Although the website suggested that people wear yoga clothes, apparently, the most practical clothes were those that exposed the most skin as that helped the "dancer" hold onto the pole with her crotch and knees.  The skill level of the participants varied greatly from an '80's haired 45 year old to someone who *might* be a professional. 

Star ran us through some warm-up squats and stretches... and then it was on to the holds/climbs... we learned to jump onto the pole and "suction cup" on with either our crotch or knees and lean back.  Then, on to twirling around the pole.  And, finally, we finished off with headstands/upside down splits against the pole. 

Sometimes you try new sports and are amazed at how quickly you pick them up (yoga), sometimes an hour is enough to convince you that you probably can't moonlight at the Golden Banana, hoping to supplement your income and buy that awesome apartment in the South End with the hot tub on the patio.... Let's just say, pole dancing fell on the latter end of the spectrum.  Instead of looking "sexy," B and I just looked scared... of bruising, falling off the pole, falling on our asses.  And, apparently, pole dancing is kind of hard!  I have a newfound respect for those that work the stage.  I mean, not only are they someone's daughter, but kind of athletic/graceful as well.  I would give the experience 4.5 out of 10 stars. 

B's take:

Ummm I mean, 5 being avg, I’d say it was like a 5.5 or a 6.

I DID laugh and have fun…

The visuals of our faces while we were trying to be “sexy” was pretty fricking hilarious.

Also in comparison to the stripper-in-training that was on the other side of the room doing splits.

The headstand was pretty solid also – you had some nice moves there.

Now that I think about it more, I’m giving it a solid 6.

Deducting points for:  bruising, crotch friction, and the smashing of dreams