In the spirit of team-building and pro-female energy, the Fit Approach team all gave pole dancing classes a spin. After hearing Wendy’s side of the story, check out Jamie, Larissa, and Alyse’s reviews, too.
Darlings, I have a confession to make. As much as I have tricked myself into believing the opposite, I have finally come to understand that I am—sadly—not in shape. It was my first sexy pilates class this past Saturday that brought me to this sudden understanding. For you see, those 60 minutes were the most hellish 60 minutes I’ve put myself through in a long time. Remember I said I was going to try out Polistic, the pole dancing/sexy pilates studio in Studio City, CA? Well, I went to my intro to pole class and I liked it so much I’ve been to three sexy pilates classes since. But before I get started with my review, let me tell you why I was so shocked to find out that I am—sadly—not in shape.
How could I be to blame? I had been working off the following truths:
- In preschool, I played baseball with the boys.
- At summer camp I won a sit-up contest for team competition.
- In high school I threw the softball the second farthest out of the girls in my class.
- I was on the crew team in college…7 years ago.
Applying the oft-used delusion Past Achievements = Current Fitness, it was clear that I was totally fit! But my first sexy pilates class begged, on hands and knees, to differ.
Thank goodness Polisitic sets up a wonderful, self-appreciative environment.
- It can hold no more than 12 people (always a personal feel).
- It is lit by candle sconces on every wall (everyone looks beautiful in candlelight).
- And it has no mirrors (no chance of catching yourself in an unflattering pose).
Half of the time in the pole class was devoted to floor work and half to pole tricks. The floor work consisted of 20 minutes of slow writhing, rocking, gyrating and touching my body with the purpose of getting in tune with and loving it. Then I grouped up with another gal (who was there to learn stripping for an acting role) and learned a handful of tricks–including one aptly called “the butt floss”. They required strength, flexibility and balance galore. Not to mention confidence and sensual ownership. The instructor required us to cheer loudly after each one of us tried a move, and I was pleasantly surprised that the cheering really did help me feel comfortable trying the new awkward movements.
While the intro pole class was too short to get much of a workout, my first sexy pilates class two days later was just the opposite. Endless pushups, sit-ups and leg-lifts modified to be passionate and sensual. Instead of doing regular bicycle kicks, we would do them sexy style with pointed toes and very vertical legs alternating with sexy sharply bent legs. And as breaks between insanely difficult slow strengthening exercises, we would gyrate on all fours with our bums in the air and slide up and down with our chests on the mat like cats.
To be honest, I wasn’t very good at either the pole dancing or the sexy pilates. I was in awe of the other women who were way more experienced and much stronger than I was. Even more amazingly (to my narrow mind), they weren’t all skinny and muscular! Some of the women were curvy and overweight and yet obviously had more strength and endurance than I did. But because I have always been lean, and from childhood through college I was an athlete, I had the deluded sense that that meant that I was fit as a 29-year-old, once-a-week soccer playing, casual bicycle riding woman.
Um, yeah. That idealized, ignorant self image has finally been updated.
Perhaps the most beautiful thing about these classes, is that they have inspired me to get fit. Not because they were hard and I realized I wasn’t fit. Not because I think I’ll get stronger or healthier or even sexier (which are all great side-effects). But because after each class I have had a radiance shining through me, an energy that wasn’t previously there, a confidence and an ease in my life that brings a spring to my step and a smile to my face.
I am so excited for sexy pilates (and pole dancing)!
Now that you’ve heard what Wendy has to say, find out why pole dancing is like buying a house, who likes to purr in front of her mirror, and who fell off the pole because she was trying to decide if pole dancing was feminist or not.