As a teenager, an appropriate description of me would have been “super-girly-girl-meets-whimpy-nerd”. I avoided all forms of sports like the plague and thought that exercise was only for people who needed to lose weight. Since I was always thin, I thought it was completely unnecessary.
Then in my mid twenties I started to hear about this new thing called yoga. Some of my friends were really into it and I even heard it was pretty relaxing. Once I found out that it was practiced in bare feet and every class ends in lying down, I was sold. For the first time in my life, I was voluntarily working out!
Still… even though it was my only acceptable form of exercise, I was only going 2 – 3 times a month. Yoga allowed me to get a lot more in touch with my physical and holistic self, but I was never that motivated by it. I spent a few years in a plateau, coasting along in beginner level for the sake of using my studio membership.
Inevitably, I got listless and began looking for something new. I’d been wanting to dance for a long time, but never really dared to try. Ballet looked beautiful but was too rigid, hip hop looked fun but I felt too uncoordinated, and belly dancing was appealingly sensuous but I couldn’t handle the silly-looking outfits. (Cos I’m shallow like that.) Then I found pole dancing: sensuality, grace, girly-ness, and spiked heels. Wow!
The first time I took a spin on the pole it felt absolutely exhilarating, and I’ve been hooked on it since. Suddenly, I’ve found a form of exercise that I can’t get enough of! I still do act like a super girly girl, and I’m still a whimpy little nerd at heart who hates sports, but I can lift my own body weight on a vertical metal pole now while wearing 5″ heels.
And working out never felt so good!