Thursday, May 24, 2012
Okay. I admit that my last blog post was a big, fat bummer but that’s life. I wallowed in self-pity for a while and engaged in some therapeutic pet adoption (I adopted a MASSIVE Great Dane, named Blue) and now I’m back.
I had a completely awesome day, starting with a 6 a.m. aerobics class where I was struck with a BRAINSTORM. I torture the woman who stands behind me by flashing inappropriate clothing and it occurred to me that I could vagazzle my boyshorts with an “M” inside a heart, just for her. That ought to mess up her game. Total digression, but that kind of stuff really makes me happy.
I have been teaching Level One Pole for a several weeks now and have gotten very comfortable with teaching private lessons. That’s a nice way of saying that I get one student, if I’m lucky. It’s great for the student because they get private instruction at a low group price and it has helped me transition into the role of an instructor without having to deal with crowd dynamics, but it is a little dispiriting. There is a certain kind of energy that comes from having a well attended class.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that I had five pupils in my class. I had one ringer who has been to several classes and looks like a beauty queen (actually, she is a pageant contestant) and the rest had never taken a pole class before. I had to recalibrate my timing to account for having more people and switch my mindset out of being conversational with an individual to speaking to a group. My students were everything I could ask for. They were, as Dan Savage says, GGG (Good, Giving and Game) and seemed eager to continue with pole dancing. The hardest person to read turned out to be the most interested in talking to me afterwards about her experience with dance and movement, where we discovered that we have much in common. I left the studio feeling energized and newly psyched to teach.
Since Thursdays are my triple work-out day I have succumbed to being one of those people who go about their business in athletic clothing all day. In Boulder it is no big deal but I have standards to maintain. God bless Lululemon because it would suck to be slouching around in a ratty t-shirt and sweats or (shudder) 1980‘s butt-floss leotards. I schlepped back to the studio after an ill-advised pizza dinner feeling less than ready to go. The Level 3 Progressive class was a little on the small side this week (graduation and all) and Sasha set about teaching us a combo to the song “Relax” by Peaches which may just be my new favorite song. I especially liked the youtube video comment, “This song is so sleazy that it makes me wanna give the chair I sit on a lapdance, hah.” My thoughts exactly.
A few weeks ago Sasha wrapped up the skills portion of the progressive series and has been teaching us combinations to help us practice what we’ve learned. I’m relieved because it has bought me some much needed time to practice before the test-out. Also, I love learning combinations, especially ones I don’t have to choreograph. Sasha’s modern background lends itself beautifully to the pole and always starts with a slow and sexy punch. Then she gets us off the ground for some serious aerial. Let’s see, I think we went from a Flying Fireman – Syncopated bodywave – mount to Showgirl climb with layback – deadclimb – casted off Crucifix – reposition and cast-off and V-legs back to the ground. It’s kind of like going from a resting heart-rate to drenched in sweat in 30 seconds. I can’t say that I was the picture of weightless grace doing it, but I understood it, it made sense to me. I had to go for the high-five afterwards.
So maybe this old dog still can learn some new tricks and maybe I have a chance of earning my pink garter at test-out. This may hinge upon whether I bring my X-pole to the family reunion at my sister-in-law’s house in South Carolina. I’m not sure how that will go over, though. I’ll keep you posted.