I used to be one of the worst people for either creating or deciding I was going to commit to unachievable exercise regimes. Seriously, if
Last week, two of my favourite training buddies and I decided to embark on a mad fucker of a mission to attempt to cram in
Well shit the bed and call me Barry a new decade is upon us! After the delicious overindulgence of the festive period (minus one or
Fucking A my lovely readers, we have (practically) made it to the end of 2019 and smashed another year of pole dancing adventures. Go us!
In an attempt to smash the rest of my 2019 pole goals, I thought I would take a good hard look in the mirror at
I seem to be using this here blog as a vessel for complaining about all the new tricks I’m trying to learn and spectacularly failing