Spitting Thoughts and Fears

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Hey guys! I meant to post sooner than this. Really, I did. I want to follow a more consistent schedule on YHG. I write everything the night before … and meant to do this Sunday night, to publish yesterday. But then Golden Globes/Amy Poehler and Tina Fey/quality time with my man friend/sleeping got in the way. It was a perfect Sunday. So I really don’t feel that bad for being MIA.

But I’m here today!

I’ve been preparing for my teaching my first Zumba class. How am I feeling, you ask (I’m pretending you asked)? One word: terrified. Well, two words. I’ll add sore to the equation.

Here’s the part of the program where I spit out all my thoughts and fears:

- I can’t remember the last time my muscles didn’t hurt. I like DOMs. I really, really do. But jeez. Before I started working on this, I always had a tight IT band. Now, I’d like it surgically removed (probably not my wisest decision). I both love and hate my foam roller. Pain.

- I miss strength training. Since I’ve been going so hard with Zumba (cardio CENTRAL, ladies and gents), I haven’t been lifting at the gym at all. In fact, I’ve hardly been to the gym, since I spend so much time prancing around my living room to Latin music. I sincerely wish I could strike up a better balance … but I feel the need to dedicate all of the time I use for fitness to choreographing. And I can’t ask my body to do anymore than what I already do in one day. Frustrating.

- Further to that, I agreed to start taking a weekly spin class with a coworker. He recently had a heart attack and is so anti healthy anything. I want him to live a long life, and think exercise is a great first step to achieving that (hopefully the junk food and cigarettes will go away soon, too). I encouraged him to sign up for a class he could see himself taking … and he asked me to take spin with him. I’m pretty sure he thought I was going to say no, and that way he’d never actually have to take the class. SUCKS TO BE HIM, right? ;)  So anyway. I’m adding even more cardio to the mix. Wahhhh I want weights back.

- I’m scared of failure. Simply put, I’m afraid I’ll suck at instructing.

- I’m scared I’ll get in front of the class and forget the entire hour’s worth of steps.

- I’m scared I don’t have enough time left to prep and my brain/body/soul is going to melt into a giant heap and I won’t be prepared.

Yes, that’s the current state of the inside of my brain. Thanks for letting me spit that garbage all over you :)


Talking To Myself In The Mirror

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It’s been six weeks since I took the training to become a Zumba instructor, and I have to be honest … I’m not where I want to be with it.

I had pictured myself teaching by now. I really wanted to be teaching by now. The course was expensive. It was nine hours of pretty hard work. I had to drive two hours for it. And, most importantly of all, I LOVE ZUMBA AND WANT TO TEACH IT.

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But life has been getting in the way, unfortunately. I am nowhere near being able to teach yet. My schedule has been quite packed, and I haven’t allowed much time to work on the dances. I’ve made a few attempts, but it’s rare I have enough time to seriously consider the materials and absorb what I’m doing.

I have been making contact with gyms in town, and actually hope to meet with a fitness class coordinator at a senior’s fitness centre in a couple of weeks. So that’s promising. Originally, I wanted to have my first set of choreography ready for June 1st. Obviously that didn’t happen. Now, I think I need to line up a couple of classes and give myself a deadline in order to get my butt in gear. I’ll get there. I know I will :) it’s just going to take longer than I thought.

This post is pretty much a way to reassure myself that it’s okay that I haven’t started teaching yet. Sometimes I freak myself out and get down on myself for not accomplishing something the way I planned. I’m trying to get better at that. This is the blog version of talking to myself in the mirror and psyching myself up ;) don’t pretend you don’t do that. I do it allllll the time. Plus, I thought some of you might be wondering what the Zumba status was. I haven’t talked about it in a little while.

Now you know!

On a final (and completely unrelated and trivial) note, I am no longer watching The Bachelorette. Emily, you bore me to tears.

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I’ll be back next season :) Enjoy your day!