Where do I even start with a post like this? Here.
2013 was the best year of my life.
I could actually end it there and not even go on further but I feel like such a call as that needs an explanation.
The first quarter of 2013 saw me enter my very first pole dancing competition at the Crows Nest Hotel. I had the most fun I’ve ever had on a pole (up until that point). It was not the best performance I’ve ever given. The pole was a lot thicker than what I’m used to (I dance on a 38mm and the pole was 45mm – makes a difference, especially to grip strength), and it was sooo slippery (probably due to the freezing cold air con that was being pumped on it all night – and I was first on). Every single girl that got up there slipped. That part sucked. I couldn’t pull off my best combo and slipped off the pole. However, the smile did not leave my face. So many of my friends came to watch (so many that had never seen me dance before) and that in itself made me so happy.
The goal I had for that comp was to keep eye contact with the audience and smile the whole time, which I did. Goal accomplished.
2 days later I went to South Africa for a 1 month holiday. I did no pole whatsoever. On the day I arrived home, I got in at 2pm, fluffed around my house for a few hours, then went into the studio and performed a prep advanced routine that I’d learned for only 3 weeks before leaving. I could barely pull myself up over my head but I did it. Yes, I’m mad.
Moving on to May and I ran my first fun run without stopping. It was the mother’s day classic and it was 8km which I did it 57 minutes. In August last year I could not even run 2 minutes without stopping, so for me that was the biggest achievement I have ever made in my life. I have spent the last year getting myself fit, healthy and leaning up and for me, running 8km without stopping was such a great accomplishment. My goal for the run was to do it without stopping and I did that too.
June came along and I did another fun run, this time 10km. I don’t know what came over me that day. My friend and I made this plan that we would try to run 7.5 min kms. Our first km took us about 5.5 mins. We were on a roll and a bit beside ourselves. My goal for this one was also not to stop, but also to keep up with my friend because I didn’t want to let her down. Turns out the only thing that kept her going was me pushing because she didn’t want to let me down either. We finished the 10km in 63 minutes. A record for us both. By the end we couldn’t believe how fast we had run. Our average pace was around 6.5 mins. We sprinted the last 50 metres or so to try to get a quicker finish. I had so much adrenalin that by the time I crossed the finish line and stopped sprinting to walk, my legs immediately felt like they had swollen and I couldn’t bend my knees. So I walked from the finish line to the grass with straight legs. It was the funniest thing ever. My friend thought she was going to throw up so she went over to the loo. We really pushed ourselves and to this day it was the best run I’ve ever done.
Fast forward to August and the City 2 Surf. Every year I do this run and I hate it. And every year I tell myself “no more city 2 surf next year” and then the next year comes around and I’m doing it again. This year was by far the hardest of all 3 years. It was stinking hot for some odd reason in the beginning of August, and I wore long pants as I always do. But you know what? As hard as it was, I beat my previous time by 11 minutes. My goal for this year was 100 minutes and I finished in 100.08. It was almost like this year was my year for running. I could not believe it. The only thought that ran through my mind when I finished was “if only I had sprinted that tiny bit longer I would have come in double digits”. Oh well. Quit while you’re ahead. No more city 2 surfs for me. I say that now and next year we will be having this same conversation. D’oh!
Let’s go back a tiny bit to May. In May I went to Melbourne for the 12WBT finale. Since I was in South Africa for the most of it, I wasn’t at my best when I went down, but I figured you only live once. Every time I’ve been to a 12WBT finale, Michelle has whooped my ass so hard that I’ve wondered where she has been my whole life. It makes me hungry. Well this time it made me vomit. Yep, as fast as possible partner situps followed by side burpees equals me throwing up on the side of the oval. Tasty!
So as I said, the workout makes me hungry. Hungry for more success. So I decided that the next 3 months I’m going to just power through. My weight didn’t change on the scales, but my measurements were astonishing. When I looked at the before and after photos I just couldn’t even believe it.
In June I finally cashed in on my Christmas present from my fiance which was photos with Brad from Vertigo Photography. I love them so much that I just want to post them everywhere. I just had to have some pole photos that I could keep forever and they are absolutely perfect.
Fast forward to the end of August. To my 30th birthday. My dirty thirty. My goal for my 30th was to be at 18% body fat. The morning of my birthday I got on my brand new tanita scales which tell me everything from water, fat, muscle, visceral fat etc etc. They told me I was 18.3%. Another goal reached.
I should also mention that my 30th birthday party was the best party I have ever been to. I cannot believe it was mine. I have not had a great track record with birthday parties. Last year I booked a VIP room and champagne and all sorts of goodies for a joint party between me and one of my girlfriends, only to rock up and the place had closed down. The guy who booked it did not answer his phone so I had to somehow redirect everyone to a new venue, who told me that they would let everyone in for cheaper and give everyone cheaper drinks. No, that did not happen. I later found that the bar I’d booked at had moved elsewhere yonks before, he just failed to tell me that considering it still had the old address on their facebook page. Then the new place wouldn’t let my friend in because he had dreadlocks. Are you fucking serious? What a screw up! In any case, best birthday party ever. The DJ played the exact music I asked for (old school hip hop and rnb of course). Everyone danced the whole night. My friend even did a strip show, which I don’t even remember because I was so drunk and laughing so much that I had my eyes closed the whole time. It was definitely the talk of everyone who came to my party for the next 3 months at least. Even now people still talk about it. Seems it was the best night of everyone’s life so far (which makes me unbelievably happy because I love to make people smile).
November came around and I cycled 100km for MS. From Sydney to Wollongong. The most I’ve ever ridden is easily 20km. Surprisingly I was not even sore after the ride at all. It took us a total of 6 hours including breaks, and 4.5 hours total riding time. The last 10km was easily the hardest. That’s when my bum finally started getting sore. One of the best rides ever through the national park. I loved it and I can’t wait to do it again next year.
Now back to August. Remember how I mentioned above that from May to August I decided to get really into it? Well after the 3 months had finished, I decided that I wanted to really get into it, to know everything there is to know about health and fitness, and to be the very best version of myself that I can be. So I decided to do my Cert III in Fitness. So far I’m a third of the way in and it’s going well – I am loving every minute of it. I’ve just handed in my second assessment for marking and with any luck I will be as happy with it as my first which I got a distinction for. Very happy.
Now I’m moving all over the place here but I’m sure you don’t mind because you love reading my crap right? Haha. Ok so on to September and I went into another 2 pole comps. I tried to chorey something for AGES but it just wasn’t working. I had no idea about the stage (I was told it was a high square box that was not very big) and no idea how big the actual floor part of where I was dancing was going to be. So what did I do? I freestyled. I wasn’t even nervous, and that scared me. I had a rough idea about my combos, about the tricks I wanted to put in, and I just put them into the chorus wherever I thought they fit and just freestyled the rest. Another comp where I had soooo much fun. It really felt good.
Second comp at Northies in September (or was it October?) and it was yet another that I had the time of my life at. I honestly did not expect to get through on this one, but I placed first runner up which took me through to the finals. I was on such a high that night that I didn’t sleep. I did my same freestyle routine from the comp before (what I could remember of it anyway), but changed a bit of the floorwork. I even incorporated one of the audience into my show who just happened to have his eyes glued on his phone. Well, he was definitely not looking at his phone once I’d finished with him!
A week later and it was the finals for the above comp. I changed my songs, changed my costume (the week before I was a cop, this week I was a cheerleader) and kinda tried to chorey a little bit. When it comes to a comp, I have been told many times to always do combos that you know you can nail. If there is a combo you’re only sometimes good at, leave it out. Well, that’s what I did. I also have heard many times that when you do a comp you should put on a show. People get bored if you are constantly on the pole. So with my feedback from the week before (a lot of pole, not enough floor) I changed it up a bit and made sure there was more floor stuff. I used a member of the audience again (they love that – well she did) and put a bit more “me” into it. If you don’t know me personally, I will tell you that “me” is a dirty bitch. I thrusted my vagina a bit, put in some pelvis rolls and a few other things. Now THAT was the most fun I’ve ever had on a pole.
I had friends and family come watch me who haven’t seen me dance, or haven’t seen me dance in a long time. My sister and cousin came to watch and my cousin hadn’t seen me since I was in about inter 2. My sister hadn’t seen me for many months. When I had finished and came back out they both just had their jaws open. The first thing my friend said who hadn’t seen me for a long time was “Holy fuck! I haven’t seen you dance for ages! When did you get so good?”
That in itself made my night.
I didn’t place, and I got some confusing feedback from the judges, but I would have to say it’s the best damned show I’ve ever put on! For the first time in a very long time, my fiance said something to me about pole that made me realise he still is my biggest fan. Before I left him with his mates to continue partying he said to me “I really think you got jipped tonight. You really should have placed. I really believe that.” When he says things like that it just makes me crumple up into a ball and love him so much more than I already do.
November also saw Cleo back in the country who I haven’t seen for months. As always, she gave me some amazing advice and some inspiration to go on. It’s just so refreshing hearing that someone who is on the other side of the world is so supportive of everything you do.
November also saw the end of another round of 12WBT. This time the finale was in Sydney. There is a tradition that the Lean and Strong girls all get together on the Friday night before the finale and have dinner and talk shit. This was the first time I actually was able to go meet the girls and it was such an amazing experience to finally meet all of these girls I have been chatting to over facebook for so long. It was also awesome to see their progress in person. Some of the girls were exactly as I pictured them. Everyone was awesome and I was sad that I couldn’t go to the party (MPD Australia Finals were on the same night, aka Polemas). The girls were just great and I can’t wait to see them all again. Best of all, I finally got to meet Louise who also does pole dancing in Adelaide and as you can guess, we spoke about pole dancing the entire night. At the workout the next day while we were stretching she was behind me, and afterwards she even told me she was looking right into my vagina. Yep, it’s like we have known each other our whole lives. She is definitely a pole girl! 😀
This month I decided to get some more photos taken with Guy Davies. Not of pole, but just of me. I’m in the best shape I’ve ever been in, so why not capture it? Photos turned out amazing. My fiance said to me once while at my parents house where there are a lot of my old modelling pics on the walls, “For someone who doesn’t like the way they look, you sure have a lot of photos of yourself up. Why is that?” And I told him that although I don’t like the way I look sometimes, they remind me that I don’t look as bad as I think I do. So when I saw some of these photos it opened my eyes once again. They are just beautiful photos and I would encourage anyone who loves them to go and get some of their own.
OK so back to now. There have been a few things that have made this year amazing for me. My health, my pole, my fitness goals. Back in January I said to my fiance that by the end of this year I would like people in the pole world to know who I am.
I’ve had so many international pole dancers start following me on instagram and even take their time to comment on my photos. I’ve had offers to visit a few studios in the US, UK, South Africa and other places all based on my instagram posts or my blog posts or my facebook posts. THAT is SO FUCKING COOL!
This year I have had (that I can remember) 4 or 5 people say to me after a show that they are such a big fan and they love watching me dance. One guy even told me that he hopes he can be as good as me one day. Up until then, I had totally lost my polejo. I hit a plateau. When he said that to me, it made me realise that I can’t stop. Even if I wanted to. There are people who believe in me whether I do or not, and I inspire those people to be better than themselves every day.
That to me was the best thing that could have happened this year.
To conclude my deliciously long post, I think I achieved every single goal I set for myself this year. Comps, runs, body fat, and status.
2013 was the best year of my life.
Bring on 2014 bitches!
PS Did I mention that in February I met the Hoff?? YES I DID!
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