No, I’m not doing anything cool tonight. I’m a graduate student. The first draft of the first two chapters of my thesis is due in twelve days. I need to be WRITING- not partying. I might be a little stressed out. I’m not alone though. One of my professors asked the class today if everyone was excited about halloween tonight, and everyone laughed, or rolled their eyes. Misery loves company.
I gave all of my students lectures about staying safe, and making good choices. They probably think I’m a total stick in the mud. It feels good to be mature.
I did get to dress up for a group fitness class that I taught today. I wore a tutu and a sparkle headband. I’m sure I get points for creativity (not). It was fun though.
It’s not even ten o’ clock on a Friday night, and I am in bed wearing my pajamas (I have no desire to be anywhere else). Call me a grandma, but I am exhausted (in a fabulous way!) My windows are open, my fall scented candles are burning, and my furry friends are snuggled up with me- BLISS.
I woke up a little early this morning to briefly practice my group fitness class before I had to teach this afternoon. It only took about twenty minutes before I started POURING with sweat. Then I had an instructors meeting with everyone who teaches LPAF, and guess what we went over today…MORE GROUP FITNESS, but hey I am not complaining- It was great.
Later that afternoon I taught my HABIT class, and this time it went muccccchhhhh better. It was a very small class, but I know that those girls got a good workout, and I’m pretty certain that they had a good time.
I stuck around to participate in another class, Les Mills Sh’Bam. It is a recent addition to the classes offered at my school, and today was the first opportunity that I had to try it. I had a freaking ball! Dance type classes are not usually my favorite because they are mainly cardio and I feel like I get plenty of that when I run. I want the classes that I take to be a different type of workout. Although Sh’Bam was intense cardio I felt “the burn” a few times during the workout. At one point the instructor (who is my boss) pulled me up front. It was super unexpected, but of course I always love attention, so I was happy to oblige.
After multiple workouts, I am certain that I will be feeling it tomorrow, but it was worth it.
I’ve mentioned before how much I loooooooove group fitness, and how I was anticipating teaching some classes this year. Late last week, my boss e-mailed out the groupfit schedule, and guess whose name was on it… MINE. I almost peed my pants!
I choreographed my class last weekend, and that was a little overwhelming. Who knew that fifty minutes could feel so long? I practiced in the exercise studio at the rec center. When I started, there were four other people in the studio. Ten minutes later they had all cleared out… maybe because I kept playing the same cheesey song over and over. But I prefer to think that they were intimidated by my killer moves.
I had an instructor choice day with my Lifetime Physical Activity and Fitness class on Tuesday, so I practiced my groupfitness class on them. It went GREAT! They had a BALL! I had a blast too. They got super into the class, and gave me lots of positive feedback. I left class feeling confident about my skills as an instructor.
Yesterday, I taught my first class to a groupfitness saavy audience. I ended up feeling a little bummed. I think that my moves were too simple and repetitive. I know that they got a good workout, but I think that they were bored. Also I was suuuuuuper nervous and I am sure that they could sense it. I guess that part of the reason why I feel so disappointed is that I know I have the potential to do so much better (I felt like I had done a good job just the day before). I know that I will continue to learn, and improve, and tweak my classes. I just hope that people weren’t so turned off by my first class that they decide to never come back…
Here is my outfit! And obviously I need to get after my mirror with some heavy duty windex!
On a more positive note, I team taught an aquafitness class this evening, and I felt like it went great. The girl I taught with lead the first half of the class, and I lead the second half. This was nice because I was able to be up front withouth the pressure of teaching. When it was my turn to teach it wasn’t such a big deal. The customers seemed to really enjoy my workout, and they all told me afterwards that I did a great job. I really appreciated their compliments because I went into the class feeling pretty down on myself.
There were some highs and some lows, but that’s how it is with learning. I’m excited to make some adjustments and teach again.
Last semester I took a class for school titled “Group Fitness Activities”. The class was designed for people who are going to be working in the health/ fitness industry in a variety of ways to have an initial exposure to group fitness classes. My instructor is also the head of the group fitness program at my school. Meet Sam…
Is it just me, or is he a little bit scary?
I fell in love, no not with the shirtless man covered in abs! I fell head over heels butt-crazy in love with group fitness. I could not get enough of it. I went to an additional four (plus or minus one) classes every week for the entirety of the semester. Sometimes I even went to multiple classes in one night!
I had myself added to an e-mail list of people interested in becoming group fitness instructors, and my instructor was very encouraging. I have a meeting with them in two weeks and I am terrified!
You might be wondering why I am being such a chicken. My response to that question is, “Ummm hello do you know me? I over-think EVERYTHING!!!” But also, I have been a lazy slob all summer long. Sure, I’ve gone on some nice leisurely runs. But I haven’t been pushing myself in the same way that I was in those high intensity classes. I certainly haven’t held a plank for any considerable amount of time.
This morning, as I laid in bed hitting snooze on my alarm (like I always do), I did something a little out of character. I was actually kind of stern with myself. Normally I am all about positive self talk, and being encouraging rather than punishing, but this morning I sat up, took a deep breath and said, “Layne, are you going to kick your own butt this morning, or are you going to let Sam do it for you?” I got myself out of bed, into some spandex, and hit the football stadium!
Hey it’s a start! I’m feeling a little bit proud, or maybe that’s just the endorphins.
Happy Monday! I’m currently blogging from my iPhone at the pool so my apologizes if this post seems a bit thrown together.
Yes, I am at the pool. Apparently that’s what all underemployed recent college graduates do in their free time. I am pretending like I am on a tropical vacation rather than in the thick of graduate school purgatory.
At this point it’s just a waiting game. I’ve done everything that I can to submit a strong application, now it’s a matter of my final recommendation letter being submitted and being officially notified.
I met with faculty from my potential program last week and they said all kinds of positive things like,
“excellent student” “very strong application” “great fit for the program” and my all time favorite”I don’t see why you wouldn’t get in”.
But all of those compliments aside…nothing has been decided yet and I feel like I am about to explode!
Seeing as how I am now a mature adult I decided to channel this anxiety in a positive way by exhausting my legs this morning at the football stadium. I ran up the stairs and then walked down them… Every row all the way from A to DDD! I did a whole section of the stadium. I planned to do another set but by the time I was finished my legs were shaking uncontrollably. It actually felt great! I was scared that it was going to be sketchy and that someone from maintenance would yell at me for trespassing on Dowdy Ficklen property, but the only other person I saw was working out also. It made for a great morning.
I can only hope that the rest of the week pans out as nicely.
Yesterday (meaning Sunday, It’s after midnight, but I have not gone to bed yet, so things get a little confusing) I woke up feeling frazzled and achy and had one thing on my mind… YOGA. Hot yoga specifically. Unfortunately, I had to work that night, so I had to settle for some self lead “bar yoga” (It’s real I promise).
This yoga craving did not subside, but luckily the gym that I tried hot yoga at before had a class tonight. I solicited a friend to go with me, forked over my ten dollars and camped out by the door to the classroom. I NEEDED this class and I was not about to lose my spot.
Normally I’m a group fitness competitor. If the instructor gives different modifications you can bet your bottom dollar that I will choose the most difficult option (even if it is not necessarily the one best suited to my current level of fitness). Yoga is no exception. I always try to do the most challenging poses, and get into the deepest stretch. I want to be the best damn yogi in the class and I want for everyone to know it!
Tonight was different. I was at the back of the class, and the lights were off, so no one could see me (not that they know who I am anyways). I tried my best to continually place my attention on what I was feeling, and what my body needed. Did I need to hold this pose a little longer? Should I utilize the easy modification? What transitioning method did I really want to do tonight?
It made for a completely different experience. I felt like I was nurturing my body, rather than punishing it. When the hour was over I was in a completely different mindset. I felt relaxed, refreshed, and genuinely content. Setting aside that hour for myself tonight was one of the most enjoyable things I have done in weeks (and that is saying something because I just graduated from college)!
The rooms asked me to go out for lunch this morning (and when I say morning I really mean afternoon because I can sleep until ungodly hours). She instructed me to get dressed, “but nothing fancy… like don’t wear jeans.” And that ladies and gentlemen is how I know we were meant to be friends. Not only does she tolerate my insistence on wearing workout apparel in my daily life. She actually ENCOURAGES it!
My workouts have been pretty amazing lately. I think I have developed a full blown addiction to group fitness. On Monday I actually went to THREE different classes, and I lifted weights. I can see changes in my body, and I feel stronger. The problem is that with my dedication to group fitness, the time I have spent running has majorly decreased. That would be okay, except I have a half marathon to knock out in a month and I would like to not die on the race course.
I’m not going to beat myself up, because ultimately I know that having a stronger core, and legs will enable me to become a better runner. But I do realize that if I want to achieve my running goals I may actually need run (duh), so adjusting my focus is on order.