Alright, buckle up, because I’m about to spill the tea on my “danielle the pole assassin” practice journey. It’s been a wild ride, let me tell you.
So, first things first, I saw this routine online – Danielle freakin’ slaying it on the pole. I was like, “Okay, self, we gotta try this.” Looked way harder than it seemed, obviously.
Step 1: The Warm-Up Hustle. Forget just jumping in. I started with a solid warm-up. Think lots of shoulder rotations, wrist stretches, core activation stuff. You know, the boring but necessary stuff. Didn’t wanna pull a muscle before I even got on the pole.
- Shoulder Rotations: 20 forward, 20 backward. Felt like a creaky door at first, but loosened up eventually.
- Wrist Stretches: Every which way. Those little guys are crucial for grip.
- Core Activation: Planks, bird dogs, the whole shebang. Gotta keep that core tight for stability.
Step 2: Grip Strength is EVERYTHING. My hands were straight-up WEAK. Like, kitten-strength weak. I grabbed a grip strengthener thingy – those rubbery donut-shaped things – and started squeezing like my life depended on it. Also, towel hangs from a pull-up bar. Killer, but effective.
Step 3: Getting on the Pole (and Not Immediately Face-Planting). Okay, this is where the real fun began. Started with basic spins. Forward, backward, just getting comfortable with the movement. I ate it a couple of times, not gonna lie. Gotta learn how to control your body weight, ya know?
Step 4: Breaking Down the Danielle Magic. The routine I saw was split into sections. I’d watch a short bit, like 5-10 seconds, and then try to copy it. Slow motion was my best friend. Then I’d practice that tiny section over and over and OVER until it felt somewhat natural.
Step 5: Pain Management (aka Bruise City). Let’s be real, pole dancing leaves marks. My thighs looked like a map of the world with all the bruises. Ice packs and arnica cream became my new besties. Also, just kinda toughening up. You get used to it… sort of.
Step 6: Putting it all Together (aka the Struggle Bus). This was the hardest part. Trying to link all those little sections into one smooth flow. I stumbled, I fell, I swore. But eventually, after what felt like a million tries, I got it… mostly.
Step 7: Recording and Reflecting (aka the Cringe-Worthy Part). Okay, so I filmed myself doing the routine. Watching it back was… humbling. Saw all the wobbly bits, the awkward transitions, the moments where I almost ate the pole. But it was also motivating. Showed me what I needed to work on.
Step 8: Keep Grinding. I am absolutely nowhere near Danielle’s level. Not even on the same PLANET as Danielle. But I’m improving. Each session, I get a little stronger, a little smoother, a little less likely to fall on my face. It’s a process, not a destination, ya know?
So, yeah, that’s the “danielle the pole assassin” saga so far. It’s tough, it’s frustrating, but it’s also incredibly rewarding. Highly recommend giving pole a try, even if you’re as uncoordinated as I am. Just be prepared for the bruises!
