So I teach group fitness. Which I’m sure you know if you’ve been around for a while cause I’m a dork and I love it.
I love it. I knew from the moment I stepped into Koh Herlong’s Zumba class that I would love it. My eyes would well up at a particularly beautiful song when I started like in 2003. And that carried into teaching. I’m obsessed. When I hear a good salsa, I’ll Shazam it. I love to salsa out on Thursday nights. And I take every rare opportunity to choreograph something cool for my students.
The first thing people usually say to me when I offer them an invite to class? “Oh my word, I’m so embarrassed, I can’t dance worth a lick!”
Hohkay, calm down. If I cared, or anyone else did for that matter how you danced, I’da quit long ago.
I will always maintain that we, as fitness instructors, we don’t make fun of our students. Ever. We just don’t. Even if a student does something hysterical, I would jump off a cliff if I was giggling so hard that they thought I was making fun of them and then they never came back to class. That said, there’s like a distinct 4 people who come to every class.
- The person who hides out in the back row, and thinks I can’t see them in the mirror. I can see you I can see you. Also, I walk around A LOT so I see you. Even when you giggled when I dropped it low. I saw that.
- The person who stands at the window and stares in. Come in! (Or leave, cause you makin me nervous.)
- The guy whose wife forced him to come. I’m sorry. As a bonus you get to stare at a lot of butts. If that’s what you’re into.
- The woman who’s bound to become an instructor herself. This chick usually brings me to tears. This girl comes every single week. She knows your routines. She picks up quickly on new ones. She comes with a friend. She comes by herself. And when she catches your eye, you accidentally burst into tears, cause you know that was you a few years ago. I’ve heard.
- The overachiever. I love this girl. She usually has a sexual outfit to wear. She coordinates. Does she know what’s going on in class? Nope. And she doesn’t really care. She stand there, on the front row, and she don’t care who sees. She loves to dance/step/lift weights/whatever, and what the teacher is doing doesn’t concern her. Because she’s dancing to the music of her mind. Go head, do your thang.
So do we notice this stuff? Yes, absolutely. Are we going to make fun of you and tell you not to come back? Absolutely not. Look for whatever class speaks to you, and before you know it, you’ll be a total workout out fiend – whatever your workout of choice may be.