Why I Would NEVER Make a Good Arobics Instructor

1. I'm too tall. Have you ever seen a tall Arobics Instructor? Like taller than 5'10"? (Cindy is 5'9) I am too lanky and too far from the ground. Gravity has a greater pull on me. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

2. I was never a dancer. I feel as though all of my Aerobics Instructors have been dancers because of how graceful they are. They walk bowlegged and point their toes in an unnatural way. Plus they have dance hands. You know, dainty. I am not graceful let alone dainty. If monkeys are graceful, that is what I look like. A chimpanzee with long arms waving them back and forth.

3. I can talk. Boy can I talk. But I can't talk and work out at the same time. It's already tough enough right now to think and work out at the same time. "Oh she wants me to use my right foot. Which one is my right foot again? Oh yeah. Dang she is already on double time!"

4. Did you know that my instructor teaches back to back to back classes??? Insane in the membrane!

5. I can't stick to a routine. I'm used to sports where it is more spontaneous. This is too sequential for me.

6. I think the only thing going for me is that I don't sweat a whole lot, like she does. And that is SO not a reason to be an instructor. And that is why I numbered it because this is a reason why I can't be one. It's the only lame similarity that I have. --Oh maybe that and I don't need a mic to be heard. I can be loud. Surprise surprise.

Funny thing is, I daydream that I am an aerobics instructor when I workout on my own sometimes. (Yes, kind of like the cooking show thing.) I just never grew out of playing pretend.

So here is to my Hungarian instructor that I only understand 5% of the time. (At my next Hungarian class I am going to ask my teacher for the terms she uses so maybe it will be only 10% of the time next time.) She kicks my butt. And I pay her to do it??
Crazy American.