Had a great week on the pole. Unfortunately not a lot of free time to write so here’s the recap in a snap.
My week started with POLE DIVAS on Sunday. I don’t usually make it to the studio on weekends but I was determined to take another class with Steven Retchless after a fun SPINNY POLE class the previous week. And after working an 8-hour shift at the restaurant on Mother’s Day – gah! – I was ready to shake it out – literally.
We started with the standard sexified warm up then strapped on the heels and moved into a little choreo. I decided not to freak myself out at having to learn choreo and just went with it. Not too shabby if I do say so myself. We danced to a really fun song and when I asked what it was Steven responded “It’s a demo.” Intriguing. When he finally gave away some deets, my jaw dropped. I don’t want to be responsible for any spoilers – but hopefully I’ll be able to share it soon.
We then moved into breaking down some skills on the pole. Wait, what? Skills? This was supposed to be Sunday Funday! One helicopter and my shoulders were screaming at me. “What the hell are you doing to us?! This is the day of rest!” But I pushed through some supermen (gah!) and side climbs (sweat!). And with the support of of my pole girls and Steven’s spunky attitude, I survived. As Christy later said “Who would’ve thought being a diva would be so exhausting?” But it was worth the pain. I went home – completely detoxed (wink) – and passed out.
Monday I tackled L2 with Lian Tal. We went through a bunch of skills that were – at this point – I can’t believe it – review for me. I came to realization that I guess I’m – gulp – truly ready for L3. Oh dear. Pray. I pray.
We did a lot of work on superman – so yeah – a lot of that fun inner thigh skin burn. Bruises? Check. But the burn paid off because in my freestyle, I – for the first time – actually pulled back up out of it instead of stumbling down off the pole – head forward – ass back – duck walking away from the pole in pain. My girl Jal was filming my freestyle and I looked over at her. This is the expression I got when I shocked myself by being able to continue dancing instead of cursing and limping back to the pole. Success!

After class Lian told me I need to start working on the fatty 50” poles. I know I’m supposed to be switching it up, but I’m so comfortable on my skinny… Excuse, excuse, excuse. Denial. I’ve been waiting to be called out on it. And of course mama Lian did. She said it so calm and matter of fact that I felt tremendous guilt. Blush. When Monday rolls around, I promise to practice being a fatty. I only wish that expression included eating a cupcake or something.
I was back in action on Wednesday for SPINNY POLE. Class was being subbed by Marlo Fisken and my girl Jal was taking class! By about noon I was wishing I could fast forward through my day at the office and werk the pole. The day seemed to drrrrrag, but 8p finally rolled around and it was time to spin.
We started with back spins and worked that into a side climb. My side climb is slowly improving but it’s hard work and still one of the toughest things in my practice. Marlo added to my suffering by suggesting having the back legs’ lower shin on the pole rather than the top of the ankle to make it easier to Point. That. Toe! For years I’ve kept my sensitive shins protected with soccer gear, but there are no shin guards in pole. New bruises? Check.
We then took the side climb in to a new skill! The Jasmine. Once up the pole you keep your top leg hooked around the pole, reach down with the bottom arm for support as you straighten the bottom leg, push your hip on the pole and arch. I managed it a couple of times, but was secretly becoming envious of Jal’s super long legs. Long legs make everything look prettier – my little stubs just looked eh.
Last we learned a hip lock pose. There is probably a name for it, but I don’t remember what Marlo called it. Meh. It started with a climb up the pole, then keeping the pole locked between the legs is if you were standing in the air, you move the upper body around the pole and drop it down over the legs. Hold. Then transition into a “sit” by bringing the back leg in front of the pole, extended, and bending the front leg back into a little seat. Then laying over the legs in a pretty pose as you spin.
I was initially unoptimistic about the skill because you begin to spin fast and my instinct is to death grip the pole. But Marlo is on it. She demonstrated what it looks like when you death-grip the pole. The girl cracks me up every time she demonstrates what a skill looks like done wrong. Every movement she makes on the pole is so graceful – when she makes it sloppy it becomes silly. It might also have something to do with the sound effects and faces she makes. It’s comical, yet deflating, because I’m pretty sure it’s what I actually look like on the pole.
But instead of deflating, I used her demo for motivation and after one or two tries I realized if I kept squeezing my thighs I wasn’t going to go flying. So I got a little more gutsy – stopped with the death grip – and was able to let go and at least try to make the movement look pretty.
After we lost an impromptu campaign started by classmate Jameelah, to forgo our own freestyle and watch Marlo dance – we reluctantly took the poles.
Marlo challenged us to make the freestyle about drawing out each movement and making every beat count. I did the best I could and even in the frightening hip lock pose, I let go of my fear and really swooped around the side of the pole. Please note while watching the freestyle on my phone later, it did not look graceful. Like, at all. But I was proud of myself for getting out of my comfort zone. The pretty will come with practice.
We cooled down and I experienced perhaps one of the most memorable moments – that I wish I could forget. I debated on whether it was appropriate to write about, but whenever think of it (eek!), I can’t help but to laugh. So here goes. We laid down on our backs for a hip stretch and “burrrrrrmp!” The loudest farting noise exploded from under me. My back had suctioned against the floor and causing the worst possible noise. “Omg that was my back!” I exclaimed and started cracking up. “Let it rip girl” Jameelah said and Jal looked at me completely horrified. She thought I had said “Omg my bad.” Geezus. Luckily Marlo came to my defense and announced that it happens all the time. I wish the story ended there but to make matters worse, I could feel my back suctioning again and Could. Not. Stop. Laughing. Like a child who hasn’t realized there are far funnier things in life than fart jokes. We were told to switch legs, I had to move and “Burrrrrrmp.” Marlo looked at me – a little horrified herself this time – and suggested I do the stretch sitting up. So embarrassed. But hey, fart jokes ARE kinda funny. However, I swear to always put a shirt on before cool down from this day forward.
Thursday rolled around and although I could barely look Marlo in the face after that episode it was back to B&P for L3. It was by far one of the most challenging, yet satisfying classes I’ve had in my short pole life.
It started with the warm up. I’d had a stressy day at work and was looking forward to loosening up. We didn’t do anything out of the ordinary but it felt so freakin’ great. After that first 30 minutes I had forgotten about everything at the office and was focused on the pole.
We started with a Back Spiral Spin. We warmed them up, and then added on. First it was a little hip lift action. After re-grabbing with the bottom arm, the idea was to push with the that arm and lift the hips – giving a little pop in the middle of the spin. Hot! Then we added a slight turn to face forward before landing. Finally, we used the turn forward to take it into another spin.
Marlo encouraged us to all find another spin we could take it into. My friend Jenn killed it – her Back Spiral is already the sh*ts – by taking it into a pretty fireman. One by one girls were trying different spins. I was shy and scared to try anything, but all the spins I’m comfortable with were being done and Marlo kept asking for more. I got that feeling like I was going to be the last kid picked in dodgeball. I was terrified everyone in the room would go and Marlo would just stand there, waiting for me to try something – so I just went for the spin that was in my head. Rockstar. I attempted. But no, it didn’t happen. Oh well. Back Spirals are one of my favorite spins and I enjoyed exploring what they could lead into.
Next up was a requested skill. Butterfly into Straddle. Eh, what?! I’d never attempted a straddle on the pole so I was happy for the modification given; Leg hook into Straddle. I’ve seen straddles on the pole – it’s got the wow factor – and never thought I’d be doing them any time soon – but I actually got it! I didn’t get my arms quite right, as they were in the death grip. And I wasn’t fully compensating what Marlo was telling me was wrong until she did her useful purposefully wrong demonstration. “Ohhhhhhh. That’s what I look like?” I thought. “Well that’s ugly.”
I think I finally got it right in my final freestyle and I’m happy looking back at the video that I have a little bit of butt comin’ out the top of my shorts. For some reason this is my favorite part of this skill. Ha! Next goal for me is to master this to a point where I can booty pop it!

Marlo demonstrated just about everything with a booty pop in class. She explained that it was her 8th class teaching that day and sometimes she gets a little crazy. I liked the crazy. I told her it made me feel good knowing that if, in all of these skills, it’s possible to booty pop – there is hope that one day it won’t just be complete and utter pain for me.
We quickly worked on the Marley. It’s the next step up from the Jasmine I had learned the night before. You hook a knee around the pole, grab your foot and then place your bottom hip of the pole for support. It freakin’ killed the back of my knee – but truthfully I was happy I sort of managed it just once. A similar skill is what damaged my hamstring back in my first days of pole and I’ve been terrified to try anything that requires that sort of hold since. After trying the Marley and coming away with only a few (hundred) new bruises, I’m building my confidence back up in that area. Word!
Last skill of the day was the Inverted Climb. I’m still really struggling with this, but with a spot from Marlo I was able to work my way up the pole and I think something finally clicked. It’s going to take a while before I’m doing it on my own, but I’m happy chipping away at it for the moment.
I made it to Friday and finally checked something new off my list. For a few weeks now I’ve wanted to take some dance classes outside of pole. Because I have an athletic background, but very little dance background, I pick up skills fairly quickly, but as soon as I let go of the pole I panic. mThis morning I finally made it to a hip hop class instructed by Leslie Feliciano at Broadway Dance Center.
I was a hot mess, but it was FUN. I, unsurprisingly, had trouble keeping up with the choreo and Leslie kept laughing at me. Not in a “mean, wow you look ridiculous” way, but in a “wow this girl is trying so hard it’s cute” way. He made me realize I lock my lips together when I’m thinking too hard. He kept trying to get me to loosen up and was really encouraging. I’m determined to make it at least once or twice a week to work on improving my dance and comfort OFF the pole.
Until next week, lot’s of love & pole! xx