This is one of the many painful things I learnt to do over the summer. However, turns out that the Southampton pole class was going easy on me, because the first one back up north well and truly kicked my ass. My ribs and abs and legs hurt for days afterwards. Jo, wonderful taskmaster that she is, had us doing splits up the pole. As in, one foot on the floor at the base, and one up the pole somewhere over my head where no foot was ever meant to be.
In other news, it's raining again. I don't think I've had one properly sunny day since I got back. I love you, Manchester.
Hardcore
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