I feel broken.
Every part of my body is sore. Every night I go to bed groaning because little movements (even yawning!) trigger my aching muscles. The other day my butt cheeks were super sore and I wasn’t even sure how it got to be in that state. While waiting for the bus, I even used the hand rails to massage my rear end. It was heavenly for 2 minutes.
I see my pole sisters covered in pole kisses and patches almost as if that’s their default state now – like stripes on a tiger. They’re all working so hard. Challenging themselves to the limit both physically and mentally. Just when we think we have reached our limit and cry out “I can’t!” we do it one more time proving to ourselves that we are limitless.
Struggles! Groans! Pain! Why?!
Because we love it. And we keep coming back for more. The next time even harder and fiercer.
Someone once told me that after women give birth a hormone gets released that makes them forget about all the pain they just endured and makes them want to have another one. Maybe that’s what happens to us to. Because even when the pole has beaten us up we go back in the next day ready to do it all over. And the next day we come back even better than before. We must be a special breed of human. Forgoing comfort and clear skin for aching muscles and gnarly bruises. As my teacher said, “Poling aint easy.” And we are the type of people who don’t want easy.
So we may feel broken. But pole makes us whole.
Anyone who does pole/aerial wears many faces. Many of us have full-time careers, we’re parents, spouses, caretakers, pet parents … need I say more?
Point is, we are usually not solely living life up in the air or have our bodies wrapped around a pole.