Next step. I panicked. I'm an instructor with no students. What do I do? I went to get my Schwinn certification in hopes of finding inspiration. $250 later, I was inspired, but still without a class. What if I never teach again?
June. A subbing opportunity arrives. I jump on it. I'm psyched to debut my new playlist. Game on. June 17th, I walk into a dark studio full of students. They're here for me. My name is on the schedule, and people show up. Awesome. Music on, lights out, we ride. Forty-five minutes later, a sweaty group of people emerge. I exhale a sigh of relief. Class is over. No injuries. No hiccups. Happy people. Success. I made it.
Before every class I teach, I get ridiculously nervous. After every class I teach I get a satisfying high. People say the nerves get easier. I like the nerves, it keeps me honest.
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