Blame the Full Moon

Boot camp tonight was full of the regulars, 2 super in shape, 3 getting there, and 2 middle of the road. I pride myself on a few things: variety and the ability to accommodate all levels. Over the years the class has morphed from a circuit style class to some circuit outside along with drills to a flat out boot camp outside. Since the last change all of the feedback has been positive. Sometimes the weather forces us inside where I set up some form of workout. The problem with that is everyone starts to talk, it takes too long to set up and nobody remembers a thing I say. Blah blah blah blah. I end up babysitting.I'm a trainer, not a sitter.

Since the moon is FULL tonight, I'll blame my attitude on that. The (country) club is on a dead end road. So I'm alarmed when I'm driving down the boulevard and traffic is at a stand still. I think wreck. BUT NO! This is East motherfucking COBB! There has to be another reason!

There is cotillion on Mondays (cotillion is a manners class for 12 year olds, work with me I'm in the South). Instead of reading the sign that says "NO stopping, pull into parking lot" everyone is SITTING in front of the building, stopping traffic. Because their little Johnny is SPECIAL. I am livid. I park in a totally different office park and walk over to my class, saying FUCK as loud as I can.

"Fucking IDIOTS"

"Fucking illiterate assholes"

"Fucking entitled douchebags

A client says "Janis, should you say fuck so loud IN FRONT OF THE CHILDREN?"

My response? As I point to each car waiting for their child, "Fuck you, fuck you fuck you, fuck you and FUCK YOU!"

I don't think the fact Jon and I had a little disagreement before work helped matters at all. As Myra says, I could have killed an old person.

THey run about 1/2 a mile.

They do their normal squats, jumps, jacks, push ups, etc. Then comes the hard part. There's a little bench area in front of the building that is on a circular thingy with a curb. I have them lunge up the curb, then squat down. It's hard, and they bitch. Some of them stop.

One woman says "I'm done, I ran 2.5 miles of hills before class and I've had enough quads"

I say "This is not a multiple choice class, and I don't care what you did before. This is boot camp! "

Whatever.

After core she starts in on me. "I want to lift weights for my arms, I want to do the circuit again. I like this, I like that...me me memememe" Is all I hear. Her little buddy starts in too.

Let me tell you, if somebody says "You know I hate to complain" they LOVE to complain.

They piss and moan and bitch about class. In front of everyone. SO I attack back, never one to back away from a confrontation.

I basically tell them to shove it. Shove it all, right up your ass. All up in your ass. Because it's my sandbox, and if you don't like it take your toys and leave.
Go to the fucking YMCA if you want a circuit class

I was really mad she did so in front of everyone. It was disrespectful. The part "Well we're the clients and we have a say in what we do" really rubbed me the wrong fucking way. 'Cuz you know what? Instead of listening to your entitled, attention starved bullshit I'd rather be home with my boys. I'd rather be playing Star Wars with Xan on his birthday. I don't need to listen to your shit.

So any who....we 'talked it out' and she apologized. And she's bringing a check on Wednesday. And she was eating out of my hand by the time we left.

And that's called kicking SOME ass.