Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Locked in the closet,,,

I was whooped today. I guess teaching 2 bootcamps and a sculpt class the day after skating can do that!


I teach cardio kickboxing on Tuesday mornings.
I'm not one of those "Wooooo-Hooooooo! Go girls, we're burning BUTTER, our BUNS are getting TIGHTER!" type aerobics instructors.

I'm more "Let's give 100%, just because you paid doesn't mean you lose weight. So let's MOVE IT". Most people like that. They also like the fact I- on occasion- swear.

I say things like "What the HELL are you doing" (but you have to do a Chris Tucker impersonation when you say it) to the lady in back who's got straight arms and humping the ground instead of doing a push up. I'll say "Are you all feeling this? Cause I'm kicking my own ass".


However I am currently working at a church and I try not to swear. Actually, I try not to talk about anything since the 'sensitivity filter' is something I am lacking. The members are nice enough, the pay is awesome ($35/class! Other gyms pay $15-20) and the location is about 1/2 a mile away from the gym where I work now.
Lately I've been dreading it. The class once had 6 people and has dwindled to 1 or 2. This time of year is tough for the stay at home Moms- field day, teacher appreciation week, etc etc. I have NOTHING in common with these ladies "Oh- is...that....PINK...in...your....hair? Is...that...a...skeleton...on...your....shirt? That's so- so-so-COOL!". Their acrylic nails flip their perfectly straight hair and they smooth their Under Armour shirt while flashing their 5 carat diamond ring they 'forgot' to take off. Pffft.
The hour drags on and on like I'm sitting on the tarmac in a jumbo jet full of screaming children waiting to take off.
So today I crossed my fingers and hoped nobody would come. I went as low as turning off the lights, hiding in the equipment closet, covered myself in yoga blankets, propped my head on a yoga block and closed the door while I crocheted Rozzie's clutch.
Yup, here's your motivation, upbeat, spunky aerobics instructor. Hiding in a closet praying you don't come!

1 comment:

Mrs. Booms said...

Gah, I love you. I had a co-worker ask me "what's up with the skulls? Does that means something?"

And one time I was told I was a "cool" mother for having pink hair.

Please.