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Monday, July 7, 2008

There's a first for everything

I've taken dance classes since I was 6 years old. Various styles and from a variety of instructors. There is an etiquette that governs dance classes in which I am well-versed. I won't go through it all here, but a biggie is that you don't leave in the middle of class unless you're seriously injured or sick... and even then, depending on the instructor, you might still think about sticking around. When I started taking fitness classes at the gym, I stuck to these same rules. And I'm proud to say I've never left in the middle of a dance or fitness class in my life.

Until tonight.

I headed out to my usual Monday night hip hop class at the gym, a bit sad because it was the last time I'd be able to take this particular class since we're moving this week. However, instead of our regular amazing instructor, there is a sub. We exchange pleasantries and then head into the studio. I was the only student there tonight, which I love because you usually wind up with a private lesson for free. The sub informs me that she's going to do a "hiphop style" workout, basically moves that you'd do to prep your body to do hiphop. M'kay.

The music choice is slow and well, sorta boring. We start with some stretching which seems kinda long, but whatever. Then we move to a series of center squats that go...on...for...ever.... Then we switch to another set of squats. Same thing. Then leg lifts. Same damn thing.

The whole time she is setting and checking a stopwatch that is hanging around her neck. Thus, the sets aren't based on the music or basic 8 counts, it's more like, just go til the stopwatch bings. Oh, and did I mention that she is never on beat. Like, ever. Hell, I know I'm Whitey McWhite, but even I've got more rhythm and musicality than this chick.

15 minutes in I'm bored stiff, annoyed beyond belief and ready to tear my hair out. Normally, I would have just sucked it up and stayed, seething the entire time. Instead, I stopped her and said I was really looking for a dance class tonight, but even more importantly a cardio class and that I needed to get going.

Please remember that I was the only one there when I decided to up and leave just a few minutes into class. :/

I shocked myself that I actually had the cajones to bow out early, but I'm also really bummed out that not only did I not get my normal hip hop class, but I didn't even get a good workout in tonight. Ugh! She was seriously the worst fitness/dance instructor that I've ever encountered. Really, really makes me appreciate all the great teachers I have/had the pleasure of working with throughout the years.


  1. so sorry to hear, but so glad to hear how you left.

  2. my, what large dancer balls you have! :) good call on leaving...

  3. She gets a fail. You, on the other hand get a huge A for your cajones. Sad it was your last class experience. Maybe you need to go back to just one more to make it right.

  4. I love yout cajones! Good for you for standing up for yourself.

  5. Ack! That must have been uncomfortable, but seriously, good for you for not suffering through it. She sucked, and thank god you didn't have to waste your time paying for her suckiness.