Monday, December 8, 2008

The Queen, Pig Farms and Cheeseless Cheese Soup.

(The title has nothing to do with this blog, but I was lacking inspiration. So I thought of the Queen, Kristie.)

I'm in pain. Not emotional, suffering in my head pain. Physical pain. And it's all my own fault.

I am pursuing a career, I suppose, though part-time. I want to teach aerobics classes, sculpting, Pilate's, etc. My current boss has faith in me, and allows me to sub some classes here and there to get some experience. In order to make the actual transition into instructing, I need to get my Group Exercise Certification, which I will be getting in February.

So I subbed a class on Saturday. The class I taught was called Power Circuit, it's a combination of circuit training (think Curves. You do each machine for one minute, then change stations to the next machine.) After your one minute on the machine, you do a sculpting exercise, like bicep curls, crunches, etc.

I have taken this class when a couple of the different instructors have taught it, and one instructor in particular, pushes you to get the most out of your workout. The other, while it's a good class, I just don't feel like I got the best workout out of it. So I wanted to make my class a little more difficult, but not too, too difficult. Something you would be able to get through if you pushed yourself a little harder, and one you would be able to feel later to know you worked hard.

Well, I feel it. I am so proud that my class made me hurt, even if is painful to sit down. At least I know my ass got a good workout, and I know I had a good class. I can't wait to lead another.

I just feel sorry for the lady who came in for the class. If I am hurting, I can imagine how she must feel.

I hope I didn't scare her off.


Hiya, I'm Kristie. said...

I'm kicking myself that I missed the class!