INSPIRE ME DAMN IT!
After I broke up with my gym Zumba classes became my go-to workout. I've always found them to be fun, uplifting, and a fantastic workout... Until tonight. Tonight was simply disappointing and I need to let out my frustration because I certainly didn't get to do it at Zumba.
I've talked a lot about the difficulties of sticking with a routine because of weather, work schedules, and all the other things busy people have going on that keep them from working out. For me, I've made adjustments to my life so that working out can be a priority. For the most part I am rewarded for my efforts with a great workout that didn't feel like I just "had to get through it." It really started to become something I enjoyed and looked forward to. This week I took a day off on Monday to spend with Ben and then spent yesterday and today in meetings sitting on my ass. I couldn't wait to get to Zumba and work off some of my energy that had been building up. I even left the meeting today a little early so I could make it to the class.
So what was so terrible about this class? The instructor completely flubbed it. She took something fun (think cookie) and completely ruined it (think dunking said cookie in sour milk). She wasn't prepared, didn't seem to know any of the dance steps, didn't have enough music to fill the hour so she just started over again and played 3 of the same songs in the same session, couldn't get the feedback on her mic to stop and seemed like she just didn't have it together. Maybe it was because I sat and heard a really great presentation about leadership today but I kept getting more and more critical as the class went on. With 5 minutes left of the class and the cool down no where in sight, I bailed. I felt raged! I made the sacrifices to get there, paid the money, and then felt like I wasted an hour I'll never get back.
It really made me appreciate the great instructors I've had. The instructor really makes the class. Without being inspired it is painfully obvious that I'm just a chubby white fool who can't dance. That's not how it is supposed to be. A good instructor is like a really great pair of beer goggles. Without the right instructor I am going to look in that mirror and I'm going to see what I actually look like while I dance. This is not a pretty sight. If this is going to work I need to feel like J Lo and I need a good instructor to help me get there.
<3 Katie
191lbs
Feeling like poison
I've talked a lot about the difficulties of sticking with a routine because of weather, work schedules, and all the other things busy people have going on that keep them from working out. For me, I've made adjustments to my life so that working out can be a priority. For the most part I am rewarded for my efforts with a great workout that didn't feel like I just "had to get through it." It really started to become something I enjoyed and looked forward to. This week I took a day off on Monday to spend with Ben and then spent yesterday and today in meetings sitting on my ass. I couldn't wait to get to Zumba and work off some of my energy that had been building up. I even left the meeting today a little early so I could make it to the class.
So what was so terrible about this class? The instructor completely flubbed it. She took something fun (think cookie) and completely ruined it (think dunking said cookie in sour milk). She wasn't prepared, didn't seem to know any of the dance steps, didn't have enough music to fill the hour so she just started over again and played 3 of the same songs in the same session, couldn't get the feedback on her mic to stop and seemed like she just didn't have it together. Maybe it was because I sat and heard a really great presentation about leadership today but I kept getting more and more critical as the class went on. With 5 minutes left of the class and the cool down no where in sight, I bailed. I felt raged! I made the sacrifices to get there, paid the money, and then felt like I wasted an hour I'll never get back.
It really made me appreciate the great instructors I've had. The instructor really makes the class. Without being inspired it is painfully obvious that I'm just a chubby white fool who can't dance. That's not how it is supposed to be. A good instructor is like a really great pair of beer goggles. Without the right instructor I am going to look in that mirror and I'm going to see what I actually look like while I dance. This is not a pretty sight. If this is going to work I need to feel like J Lo and I need a good instructor to help me get there.
<3 Katie
191lbs
Feeling like poison
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