Taking a Pole
Most of you know by now that I’m having a masochistic love affair with a sadistic metal pole. This has been going on for two and a half years now, and my husband is okay with it, in fact, he rather likes it. It’s been a long, hard, and bruising journey to get where I am now, and while I know I’ve come a long way in an sport/art not usually frequented by women of a certain age, I have a long way to go and every bit of it a challenge. You can see the beginnings of my pole journey here.
This summer I took part in a photo shoot and just recently got my photos back. I’m very pleased with the end results, so I thought I’d share them with you today. I’m also including a few photos from the early days for comparison.
I feel like I’ve come a good ways since those first classes.
It’s been a bruising and sometimes difficult journey, but always exciting.
And nasty bruises still happen, though not as bad. Oh, this one was from my first class ever.
It’s good to look back and see results from all of the hard work.
From this ….
To this. While I’m pleased with the results, two and a half years is just long enough to give me a good taste of just how far I still have to go. Truly, the journey is only beginning.
One of these days I might get brave enough to post a video.