Let the congregation say….ROCO!
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Let the congregation say…ROCO!!
First things first (I, Papa), how did we do this week? Not too badly. Not as great as I would have liked, but, with a funky week, I’ll take it. Got in my exercise and stretching as well as 3 blog posts. Hopefully I’ll get some time this weekend to work on book writing.
Jam, oh jam, Teddy jam for me. Yeah, it’s Friday. Get your groove on. And while you’re getting that groove on, go read this then come back and jam some more. Welcome back. So, while the Brass Monkey (that funky monkey) is January’s pole move, last night, we worked on a different move.
After working on said move, to be disclosed momentarily, conversation at home could go a little like this:
Non-pole dancer: What is that? On your…side boob. Is that a bruise?!?! How did that get there?!?!
Pole dancer: Oh, I was doing Teddy tonight.
Non-pole dancer: WTF?!?!
Yep, a pole dancer’s life. Full of bumps, scrapes, bruises, and questionable looks from significant others.
So, Teddy. That’s him over there on the left. I don’t think that I’m totally in the proper position when I’m doing it. I am (or at least my arms feel like) holding myself up with only the contact on my inner arm and side boob. Veena says, the other point of contact is on my back. Guess I need to work that one out a little bit more. If I had to guess at a third point of contact I was using last night, based on where my pain is today, I’d say I was definitely more on my side (like by my ribs) rather than my back. Sad face. Sore face.
Sunday, providing that I can still move around (I am sore as fudge!), it’ll be work on Brass Monkey day here at BSB HQ. I have goals, people! And one of those is to get to work. Well, not really, but I have to do it.
Have a great weekend and don’t forget to ROCO!!