I’ve heard about The Black Widow for about as long as I’ve been taking pole dancing lessons. It’s a cool move that newbies (such as myself) tend to fixate on as the end-all be-all of pole moves. You can only imagine the tittering that followed the announcement that today we were going to do an intro to Black Widow. It’s basically a one-armed chair spin that spirals around the pole. Easier said than done.
I’m going to cut myself a little slack because I started class more sore than I’ve ever been and I said as much when I walked in the studio. Sasha said, “Don’t say that! We’ve got a really big agenda today!” I replied that it simply doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if I’m sore, or tired, or distracted or pissed off. Once I get into learning tricks, everything just melts away and I am in the moment.
And why was I sore? A good friend from out of town showed up with her camera in hand and was itching to shoot with me. I busted out my super-fine Vitamin A bondage swimsuit (which will never touch water) and we did a two-hour shoot yesterday. Today I feel like I had been beaten with a stick. So I walked into class already hurting which didn’t set me up to kill the widow on the first try. Ironically, I’m pretty sure I did one (or ten) of them yesterday while shooting. Elizabeth wanted to get some shots from underneath me so I pulled out some pretty fancy spins as I tried not to step on her head.
Back to class. The other amazingly cool thing we did was the wrist sit. Essentially you get yourself into a plank with one hand above you and the other below you, then you release your thighs and spread your legs into a wide straddle. Did I mention I was half-way up a 14-foot pole. That’s seven feet, boys and girls, with just my hands and my butt holding on. I’m pretty comfortable with the plank because I believe in the staying power of my thighs. Those babies can hold on tight, ask anyone. Well, not just anyone. These days we are moving so fast in Level 3 that there simply is no such thing as a comfort zone.
Speaking of which, we did another version of the release, this time the Crossed Ankle Release which was surprisingly less scary for me than the Crossed Knee version we’ve been working on. Maybe it’s because I’ve done a release a few times or maybe I trust Sasha more. It’s not that I didn’t trust her in the past, but after I’ve watched her brace her body underneath someone so they were solid and safe for the hundredth time, I really feel like ain’t nobody gonna fall. It’s liberating and exhilarating all at once to simply let go and stretch those arms and head down to the earth. I still make funny little sounds when I dismount, though.
Class went long today mostly because Sasha had to do a lot of one-on-one instruction. That gave me time to chat with some of my classmates. I am getting a greater picture of who they are and it tickles me pink. So far we have a couple moms, a school teacher, an electrical engineering student, a fitness competitor and a church-goer who got caught by surprise on Easter when her pastor commented on a picture he saw of her posted on Facebook. What did he say? We all were dying to know. He said she looked strong and amazing. These are all little snapshots of the women in my class and I know it is just the tip of the iceberg. It is just delightful who comes together at Boulder Spirals.
I whimpered a little when I got into my car and turned the key in the ignition. But oh-baby-yeah, it hurts so good.