Friday, April 11, 2014
I have had a couple of conversations recently about being an exercise instructor, and it occurred to me that it might be a blog topic of interest around here, so here goes...
A while back, I blogged about what led me to water exercise. You can look here www.sparkpeople.com/mypa
if you want to see it. I became an enthusiastic and regular class participant. So enthusiastic that I would always try to claim a place in the front row center so that all I could see was the instructor and not the lazy slobs and lollygaggers that weren't giving it their all. I was there to KICK BUTT and didn't want any distractions.
Eventually, an instructor suggested to me that I might be interested in training to teach. What? Me? Get up in front of people in a BATHING SUIT? At my age and weight? No way.
And then a family tragedy struck. Exercising helped a little toward dealing with it, but I needed some kind of periodic mental relief from its omnipresence. Something that would require so much intense concentration that, for a couple of hours at least, there would be head room for nothing else. Studying for the instructor exam seemed like it might work; obedience training our stupid dog was another.
The dog training worked in that it did require my full attention and concentration for periods of time. Unfortunately, the dog's concentration didn't match mine, and he never mastered much more than a basic sit and down.
There was a better result with the instructor exam. For three months, I had to master a body of knowledge vastly different from anything I had ever needed to learn (more on that in Chapter 2). I worked hard, and to my surprise, actually passed the test. Oh dear. I might actually have to use this stuff now!