Last week we had a substitute instructor for cycling class. I thought she was being polite when she asked me my name. I was wrong!
A few minutes into class we hit a challenging stretch (of pedaling fast while standing) and the chatty instructor said, “Good job Karen.” I looked up. Did I hear her correctly? I looked over at my hubby on the bike next to me; he seemed oblivious. Maybe I heard wrong. No. Next she called out to Mandy. I have been in class with Mandy for months and never knew that was her name! Allison. Leslie. The cycling substitute had memorized all our names and was calling on us in class! Flashback to school days.
Then she mentions me again. And again. Yikes! I am no longer an anonymous face in a sea of red, sweaty faces. I can’t slack off. Someone is actually paying attention and I can’t pretend otherwise. I hated it! It meant I had to work harder. Wait – maybe that is actually a good thing:) By the end of what might very well have been my most challenging cycling workout ever, I felt tired, but in a very good way. My butt had been good and surely kicked. So while I would hate it if my regular instructors started doing the same thing, maybe it would be good for my workout.
Thank you, Rebecca. I think.