Lifestyle: Deeversions – Pole Dancing
Our Dee’s been looking for a brand new diversion to keep her active and motivated during the week’s drudgery, so we sent her to a series of keep-fit and active living classes so she could
warn everyone about the horrors of an active lifestyle choose what worked best for her. This week, Dee’s diversion is the longtime source of hilarious YouTube pratfalls and scourge of unfit saucepots. That’s right. Pole dancing.
Cork-based Dee attended Thursday’s 7.30pm pole dancing class at Pole Nation, Barrack Street.
A little bit of advice: if a friend ever asks you to attend a pole dancing class with them, don’t refuse. One of the hardest parts of this week’s class was finding someone to come with me. Fortunately, after only a small bit of convincing, Kim (remember, from the spinning?) agreed to come along.
Packing for this week’s class was frightening. Shorts and a tank top are your only options. I have never been a ‘showing skin’ kind of person (unless of course it’s painted, but that’s a different kettle of nudey fish) so this was a little uncomfortable. Of course, as soon as you step into the studio with its four poles, you aren’t thinking about your luminescent pale skin. In all fairness, the lighting was very forgiving. However, the full wall mirror was not. Especially when the instructor Kate is standing next to you. Never have I seen such a compact creature. Toned isn’t even the word. Sculpted, maybe?
Before we went near the poles, Kate had us roll out yoga mats and do a few gentle warm ups. By which I mean boot-camp-style sit-ups and push-ups which I had no choice but to laugh my way through as I was so hopeless at them.
Then we were shown simple moves on the pole: how to hold it, where to start and finish, how to walk around it. Then Kate showed us a few of the easier spins. This was the point where I forgot my left from right and coordination went out the window.
It might look like an easy thing to do, but this was BY FAR the hardest class yet. Kate spidered her way up the pole to show us how we should be doing it, but yet again I failed. I slid down the pole like a slug on a wet window.
Yet I can’t stress enough how much fun it was. That, and the fact that pole dancing may well be the best workout you could possibly imagine. You will use muscles you didn’t know you had.
An hour later, we cooled down with a few ‘simple’ stretches, meaning Kate was gracefully doing the splits and I looked like yer wan from The Grudge.
Myself and Kim had such a massive laugh that after the class, we booked in again for the following week. We could not have imagined the pain the next day. And the day after that. I never knew my hand muscles could be so sore. Even so, our return is on the cards.
Pole dancing was the priciest class so far at €15. There is an option to pay €50 for four classes or €100 for ten classes, so it works out cheaper. And because there are only four people, maximum, in every class, it is worth it. The only real danger to continuing with lessons would be getting pissed some night and thinking you could try your newfound skills out on a lamp post. Otherwise, why not give it a go? Fuck any stigma attached to it, and go gather some bruises. They are, after all, guaranteed after your first class.
Dee’s deeversion verdict: ★★★★★ / ★★★★★
The featured image for this post is of UK pole dancing champ Bendy Kate, who you might remember from Sky1′s Got To Dance 2012. If you think pole dancing is skeazy by nature, check out Bendy’s routine below and reassess your notions. Girl could put you through a wall.