After a six week hiatus, I went back to my pole dancing classes last night. It seemed like I'd been away longer. It did take some thinking for some of the moves to come back to me. It was a good class, though!

My soft, fleshy inner thighs are killing me! I'm not sure if they're chafed or bruised...I haven't looked. I know the feeling will pass. But we did some pole climbing. You climb the pole, hold on with your thighs, and let your arms freeeee! So just imagine your crossing your legs around a pole and holding yourself up. It was a little freaky since it was my first time with no hands.

And then we started on the Sleeping Beauty. I guess eventually you do this at the top of the pole. I feel really good that I was able to do it unassisted by the end of the night! Woo! You climb the pole, hold on with your thighs (so you look like you're just sitting there), remove your hands from the pole (one hand at a time for now), and bend backwards until your hands touch the floor. To get out of the move, you slowly lower your body with both arms while your legs (or leg) are against the pole. Then you can do a backwards somersault into the splits! Voila!

I am excited to see Mr. Nick tonight. I still get butterflies sometimes. I told him how I felt and my concerns, and I feel better.

Edit: Baby Spice had a boy and named him Beau. That's not that the cool part. I made a list of baby names when I was younger, and Beau was on it. I think that was when I liked the cartoon Beverly Hills Teens. I think that was the name of the show?!