WOO HOO! My pole finally arrived yesterday (FedEx Home Delivery doesn't deliver on Mondays?), and BF was kind enough to install it last night.
I like it, but it will take some getting used to. BF's upstairs junk room is not exactly the pole studio, and 8 feet of pole definitely isn't 16 feet. I need mirrors, forgiving lighting, some sort of stereo equipment. I did finally get to dance for just a minute while the BF ran to the grocery store, though, which is exactly what I wanted out of a home pole.
I can dance full-out for as long as I want to. Well, as long as I can. It honestly isn't very long. By the time I reach the improv section of the Level 2 recital routine, I am too tired to do anything fancy. Must work on endurance.
Also, must work on not becoming a YouTube gag reel in the making. I got a little over-excited last night and attempted to slide down upside-down. Made it about 2 feet gracefully, fell the rest of the way.
Must save up for floor mats so I don't kill myself.
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