Three down, five to go.
As part of my journey to become a Les Mills BODYPUMP instructor, I have to team teach eight classes. Well, at least eight classes. I have a feeling I might need to do more but that's neither here nor there.
Three of those classes are in the books - I team-taught my first class Thursday, another Saturday and my third last night. And, I'm happy to report, that with Cory's help, things are getting better and better.
I no longer feel like crying when it's over (totally did this during training). I am not losing myself during the chest track and left to feel like a tool when I correct myself. And the deflated feeling I had when leaving training? It's all but gone.
It's not to say that this teaching thing is easy. I still feel my body tremble a bit when the microphone comes my way and the words in my head do a rehearsal but fail to make it to the party. Oh, and then there's the singing. Some of my favorite aspects of class, as a participant, is when
instructors tie in lyrics to the workout or belt out a few notes. One problem: I can't carry a tune and it would be really nice if people to come back to class.
The hardest part, though, is stepping out of the role as participant and into the role as teacher. I got tripped up on my timing Saturday when I kept seeing an attendee doing something else. I found myself wondering whether I should be doing what she was doing. No, Kim. Just no. And when it comes to some of the more difficult moves, I have to challenge myself not to do the modification. Who wants to take class from someone who can't do mountain climbers?
All of this should - and will - get better with time. The moves will get easier and I'll get stronger, enabling me to lift more "inspirational" weight. I'm learning what works for me - scripting sheets and watching old releases to "borrow" cues from the master trainers - and I feel more confident after each class.
Now to find a voice coach ...