In the words of Ice Cube, “it was a good day.”
In fact, it was a fan-freakin-tastic day, and here’s why.
I taught spinning. Phenomenal cosmic power and an itty bitty bike seat. Yep, you can call me Dr. Meghan from here on out (spin instructors get doctor credentials right). I rocked out with my…you can add the rest.
Our normal lunch time spin instructor was on a planned hiatus today because he’s doing a little thing called a “century ride” this weekend, so he’s supposed to rest for a few days (sissy, it’s a mere hundred miles 🙂 ), but it gave me a chance to hop on the head bike, make my own playlist (!!!), and systematically bring everyone in the class to their knees begging for mercy. Alright, I didn’t do the last part, but only because I’m not certified and didn’t want to actually hurt anyone (see, I have soft side). I was also concerned about being sued in the event anyone should get injured.
You probably know by now, but I tend to do things to the extreme. It’s balls to the wall or go home (and take your puny little ball with you), so while I pretty much did the same exercises as our regular instructor, I might have pushed just a bit harder. For example, he normally has us do a series of 10 jumps; I elevated our class to 15. I yelled a bit more too; told them to “stop holding back on me,” asked “who wants to get dirty,” screamed “go, go, go,” on our sprints, and even encouraged some dancing during our cool down. Forty five minutes later, people were spent and sweaty (practically a prerequisite for spinning), and they all thanked me for pushing them a bit more than usual (see, people like to be challenged). I also did nice things like remind them to drink plenty of water throughout and adjust incorrect hand positions.
Everyone, but one guy, knew I was a regular rider just like them, enjoying elevated status for a day. The one who didn’t know though, well he just about made my day. Afterwards, he told me “my class” was harder than the one at 6:00 p.m., but he liked it better. Yep, you heard right. He liked “my class” better. I didn’t want to, but I came clean and said, “I’m not a teacher, I was just filling in. Hope I didn’t hurt you. Glad you liked it though.”
I think I may have found my calling. Exercise highs mixed with pump up music, and I get to yell at people. Obviously teaching just one time has completely gone to my head. I’m giddy with power (or maybe it’s endorphins). I don’t care the reason, I just know it was a good day.
Have you ever taught an exercise class? Would you want to and what kind?