I Got Miked!

I woke up the other day and went to my cycling training session. I was ready, but still petrified of my instructor, Ashley. She's an amazing teacher.  She's wise and patient, but extremely intimidating. OR, it could be that I'm a complete scardy-cat. Probably the latter.

Learning to become a cycling instructor has been a long process. I would go into the studio sporadically to train.  And every time would be slightly better than the last, but every time something was missing. I couldn't command an audience. I wasn't comfortable on the bike. I wasn't comfortable with myself. This has been HUGE struggle for me in training and something I struggle with in my daily life.

Ashley asked me if I was ready to show her some things.  I answered with what I thought was an agreeable answer...a playful, but casual, sure.  However, my nonchalant response was not the best move.  My words and my attitude are a reflection of me. I was here to work. I should have told her that I was ready.  She looked at me, "We're going to set a goal. You need to be ready to teach a 45 minute class by a date you choose," Ashley said. Or something to that likeness. Okay, November it is.  I assured her I was ready to work and was prepared with a playlist. I AM READY. 

Ashley left me alone to prepare to show her my best songs.  I went into panic mode and thought Katy Perry would be my answer.  Not true. I couldn't get through the song. I calmed down and perused my original playlist. Trust yourself.  You know what you're doing. I started peddling to the first song on my list and it clicked.  I worked through the next one and called Ashley down.  She sat next to me, perhaps a little skeptical.  I turned on the warm-up song and just went for it. It was a nerve-wrecking three minutes, but I made it. When the last beat faded, Ashley had a smile on her face. And then it happened, she miked me! She thought I was ready for the microphone!  It was weird listening to myself speak and cue, but I got miked.

It took a year for me to get here and I only got through two songs.  But I was handed a training manual and my next training assignment. For the first time, I felt like an official trainee at Syncstudio.  Follow the movement.  Follow my journey.