You guys, I am so excited and terrified about my latest goal, that I have hesitated to talk to many people about it at all.
I love my group fitness classes at the Y. I love the instructors there, and the energy, and the team-like atmosphere between the regulars.
I love it so much that I decided to get certified to teach!
I've been talking with Joel about doing this for the last year or so, and started googling info and asking questions over the last 6 months. In the process of looking into the options and certifications, I had to sift through some different opinions, and decide what route I'd like to take. I talked to the group fitness director at my gym, and a few of my favorite instructors about what they did, and what they'd recommend.
And today, I registered. I'm signed up for my Group Exercise certification workshop and exam. I'm doing it. For real.
And now that I've paid my first $300, and announced it here on the world wide web (let's be real, probably only a dozen people will read this), I'm horrified.
I'm not the most super-fit lady I know. I'm not the peppiest, most outgoing lady either. I can't do more than a few pushups on my toes, and I still can't do a pullup. But you know what? If I wait until I get all of that figured out, I may never feel strong enough, good enough, fit enough to do it at all.
So this is as much a personal journey as anything.
I know that learning to teach high-energy classes while speaking (not huffing and puffing) into a microphone is not going to come naturally. It's not going to be easy or quick. I will need to improve... a lot. And that's part of the journey that I'm excited about.
Yesterday, a friend told me that I inspired her to start running.
And you know what? Someone once inspired me to start running.
And someone inspired her to start running.
I am not really thin or super fit, but something about my journey is able to motivate someone else to start a new one of their own. The lady who inspired me to start didn't have a chiseled body or a bunch of medals, but her determination was admirable. And I thought, if she can do this, maybe I can too.
And that's the really cool thing. Being able to spur each other on. We have the opportunity to be part of a chain of contagious encouragement and enthusiasm!
SO WHAT DO I HAVE TO LOSE?
Maybe I will suck.
I mean... I'm not the most coordinated person out there.
My bridesmaids tried for like 2 hours to teach me the Electric Slide, unsuccessfully, before calling me a hopeless case.
(Wine may have contributed to my inability to remember the steps... maybe.)
I might find that I don't enjoy it like I thought I would.
Maybe I won't lose a single inch or pound.
(My love of pizza, beer, ice cream, pasta, wine... food in general... may very well make that the case.)
But maybe I'll finally know what I want to be when I grow up.
Maybe I'll get in the best shape of my life, and inspire some other people to do so alongside me.
Maybe I'll be so incredibly glad that I didn't wait until I felt or looked like a fitness instructor to become one.
So... here goes nothing!
