Pole dancing: the verdict

Pole dancing rocks. Seriously.

There is something liberating about wearing three-inch heels and sashaying around a pole. Sure, we were otherwise dressed in exercise gear, but it was no less hilarious, with all that hip wiggling and hair tossing. I think my tummy muscles got as good a workout as the rest of me from all that laughing through the whole hour.

Mind you, pole dancing is HARD. Those professionals don’t look that good for nothing. It’s like gymnastics with a verticle pole. And let’s not forget the bruises too. Yikes.

Still, it is good fun. Too bad the once-a-week class clashes with my classes at the university. In the meantime, I will continue to badger the instructor to rustle up another group of ladies and hold class on another night of the week.