Or “how I humiliated myself tonight and am thankful that it won’t happen tomorrow.”
I teach a Wednesday night spin class.
A friend messaged me this morning to cover her 530 am class tomorrow. Sure, no problem. I’ve done a two a day before. Not a problem to do one again.
Then the manager sent me a text to ask if I could cover a class tonight. Sure! It was even at a gym I had not had a chance to teach at–all the better!
I showed up at the gym to find out it was a spin/powersculpt class.
Keep on mind–I’m a (self proclaimed) rock star when it comes to spin. I love t, I’m strong at it, and I can just keep going. Powersculpt, with it’s propensity for push-ups, planks, squats, etc.–total weak newbie. I have gone to several classes, but not on a regular basis lately. I have several workouts saved on my phone, but I felt a little like a deer in the headlights with my un-planked abs being called up to the majors.
Plus–I forgot my shoes (I had flip flops and cycling shoes.)
I pulled it off, but it was NOT pretty. Lunges, squats, leg stuff? Respectable. Push-ups and planks? Weak. Abysmal. Embarrassing.
One of my friends (who is a popular spin/powersculpt instructor herself) was there to witness this. Oh snap, indeed.
At least now it is VERY. VERY clear what muscles I need to start working on again–I’ve gotten so lazy with weight training. Hopefully thus is the kind of sheet humiliation that will light a fire under my un-squatted ass .
Thankfully, both classes tomorrow are spin only. A chance to redeem myself. Lord help me.