Showing posts from January 21, 2007

Pole Dancing 102 - Enter the Pole

Pre-reading: Poledancing 101: A Mother and Daughter experience

The Pole has arrived! Or rather, my mother drove to the warehouse and collected it. I had noble plans to set up the bike trailer, cajole the Bike Friday Club of Sydney to chaperone me through the semi-industrial badlands of Botany and land it the carbon-friendly way. Turns out the box was as tall, wide and almost as heavy as I am - the warehouse manager actually used a little forklift to lower it into mum's car.

We wrestled it up the stairs and sat down to watch the DVD. I still can't believe we've gone and done this. I have to remind myself it's no different from someone laying down cash for one of those treadmills, stationary bicycles, exercise balls and mini trampolines they end up ignoring after the initial buzz and good intentions wear off.

The X-pole is basically a set of chromed sections that screw together, with a large domed ceiling piece to jam it between the roof and the floor plate. It has a …