I've had quite the roller coaster ride with these instructor in training rides. My third class turned out to be mediocre. I did some great things and I did some awful things. My fourth class was epic. I had a snafu pre-class with the L train. I sprinted to class. Awful thoughts were spinning in my head. They're going to hate me. Ashley is going to kill me. BUT, I turned the music on, apologized to the room and everything felt right. The beats were awesome. The class was amazing. The students were feeding off my energy. It felt right. Ashley's post class review was a sigh of relief. I FINALLY did something good! Yes, I still had things I needed to work on, but she said she'd let me teach a class! One catch, I needed to teach one more class as awesome as this one first.
Fifth class. Fail. Well, half fail. My first five songs, horrendous. My last five songs, amazing. What does that equal? Never teach a class like that again. That was my feedback. I agreed. I felt like a disappointment. I have trouble letting myself go. To be a good instructor, I should be able to lead a class to do what I want, to do what they want, to give my students a great workout and show them a good time. To be a GREAT instructor, I should be able to lead a class, engage my students in a great workout and to show compassion. I did not show compassion. For the first five songs, I was distracted and drill sergeant like. I found myself on a hill during the sixth song. I somehow collected myself and connected with the music. However, I may have lost a few students...maybe all of them.
I was lucky to have my boyfriend and a good friend riding behind me. No matter how good or bad the ride was, they were there to hoot and holler and to support me in any way possible. To have them present was more than enough to make me not want to get off that bike and run. I could not disappoint them. I could not disappoint the class. I could not disappoint myself.
So now, onto my sixth teacher in training class. I was instructed to teach the same playlist (which Ashley said was awesome, by the way), but with enthusiasm, and passion and compassion. March 24th @8:15pm. See you at SYNCSTUDIO!
Fifth class. Fail. Well, half fail. My first five songs, horrendous. My last five songs, amazing. What does that equal? Never teach a class like that again. That was my feedback. I agreed. I felt like a disappointment. I have trouble letting myself go. To be a good instructor, I should be able to lead a class to do what I want, to do what they want, to give my students a great workout and show them a good time. To be a GREAT instructor, I should be able to lead a class, engage my students in a great workout and to show compassion. I did not show compassion. For the first five songs, I was distracted and drill sergeant like. I found myself on a hill during the sixth song. I somehow collected myself and connected with the music. However, I may have lost a few students...maybe all of them.
I was lucky to have my boyfriend and a good friend riding behind me. No matter how good or bad the ride was, they were there to hoot and holler and to support me in any way possible. To have them present was more than enough to make me not want to get off that bike and run. I could not disappoint them. I could not disappoint the class. I could not disappoint myself.
So now, onto my sixth teacher in training class. I was instructed to teach the same playlist (which Ashley said was awesome, by the way), but with enthusiasm, and passion and compassion. March 24th @8:15pm. See you at SYNCSTUDIO!
