Like A Hurricane

When you want to become the best, you have to first learn from the best.  That opportunity came on August 20th when I signed up for a Floor Exercise workshop with Cleo The Hurricane.

Head Mistress of Bad-Assery

For years, my favorite chair and pole dance teachers would talk about Cleo relentlessly.  She became the ideal; the prototype.  Shoot, even our classes and routines were shaped and molded by this woman.  So when I saw my former teacher post that she would be offering up a floor and pole workshops, I signed up.  I wasn’t able to get into the pole class, but I did manage to secure a spot in the Floor Work class.  I was excited!  Finally, the woman, the myth, the legend, would be in the same room as me, teaching me her ways.  Showing me some moves.  Getting my ass in shape.  I expected it to be fun, what I didn’t expect is for old fears to arise.


Okay, so a few things was going on with me:

  1. I haven’t worked out strenuously in months.  Seriously, this is the most inactive I’ve been since I started my weight loss journey.
  2. I was the “chunky” girl in class, which immediately made me feel insecure.  Still trying to shake that “You have to be this weight in order to workout” because crazy.
  3. Being in a pole studio again made me reminisce on the love I had with pole dancing.   And the reminder that I had a desire to teach pole one day
  4. Seeing my former dance instructor and members of the gym I used to go to instantly gave me the sads.  When I was a member of the dance studio, I felt a part of a family.  I felt supported.  Now that family has dissolved.


Still, I was excited to be able to learn from Cleo and from the first “hello”, I knew that this would be a very fun and laid back class.  Immediately I stood out with my random fact (I told the class that I like to talk in a Jamaican accent when I go on vacation out of boredom.  Imagine me; bored, on vacation.) and I would continue to stand out in the worst possible way.  Honey, I was a clumsy MESS!  During the routine, which involves a lot of rolling and kicking, my legs were all over the place.  I was fumbling to catch up and my surrounding people were noticeably annoyed by my long legs invading their personal space.  Cleo called me out a few times to make sure that I was okay and that I was getting the routine.  I became “that” student in class.

The best.  I may have been drenched in sweat and my knees were raw and my body may have been acting all over-dramatic, but I was right next to Cleo The Hurricane, dancing.  And keeping up (flexibility not included) with every move.  See, what people don’t know, and become amazingly impressed by, is that I can pick up dance routines relatively fast.   I had a blast!  And for a bonus, not only did Cleo give me a pep talk and a shoulder rub….she also smacked my butt.  No other woman but her.  And maybe Rosario Dawson…..