I was at the gym on Friday, halfway through a level 3 step class (it sounds way cooler when I say it that way), when a lady set up her step right beside me at the back of the room. When I say halfway through, I really mean halfway through. About 35 minutes into the class, she joins in. What my first thought SHOULD have been was "hey-at least you're here, have fun!". What was my first, second and third thought?..."who shows up 35 mins into a class like this? how does she expect to catch up? She doesn't even know what we're doing". If you've read past entries, you know the choreography can be challenging and this class was no exception and to join in halfway through in my opinion, was suicide.
I continued to watch this lady try to follow along and try to keep up but as she missed all the direction that came with the first 1/2 hour, there was just no way. I kept one eye on her and one eye on the instructor because I just HAD to see what this woman was doing. I started missing turns, around-the-worlds and my personal favorite the Elvis step. Now I was frustrated and feeling once again like that drunk hippopotamus. I realized that the more I watched this lady hold her own personal step class in the back of the room, the more I lost focus on what I was supposed to be doing. So I turned all of my attention forward and got back on track.
There are 2 lessons I learned from this.
Lesson #1. Cara, pay attention to your own stuff. Who cares when this lady showed up or what she can do. She came out and tried and that's all that matters.
At the end of this bizarre Friday morning gym class, she came up to me and said... "I'll never get any better if I don't do this regularly".
Lesson #2. You cannot expect to get anywhere with half the information and half the time put in.
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