What a weekend!
It all began bright and early on Saturday morning. My alarm was set just in case Thomas decided to sleep in (he didn’t)…
It was my much anticipated weekend of Les Mills Body Attack instructor training. It’s been many years in the making, but due to a cross-country move, a cross-planet move, a pregnancy, and a baby, the timing was never quite right. I finally took the plunge, registered, and off I went into an intense weekend of fitness and learning.
I’ve been doing Les Mills classes forever. Well, 10 years. So, ‘forever’ in terms of my gym-going life. I’ve always loved them and hoped that someday I could be up there on the stage teaching my favourite class- Body Attack. However, being a participant and being an instructor are two very, veeeeeeerrrrry different things. There were definitely times during the weekend where I wondered if I was actually cut out for the intensity of it all. Although it certainly helped that I have a lot of familiarity with the program, understand group fitness choreography, have instructed bootcamps, and am a classroom teacher, taking on the role of a Les Mills instructor is so much more complex and challenging than I’d ever imagined.
I’ve been through a lot of physical challenges in my athletic life, and this weekend definitely stands out as one of the toughest! I had a top notch and inspiring instructor (Eve) who pushed us to our limits, not to mention a fantastic mix of new and experienced Les Mills instructors who were incredibly motivating. Although Les Mills is an international fitness organization, I must say it was pretty exciting to do my training in Australia with an instructor who makes appearances in the release videos and workshops!
I posted a similar photo on the Femme Fitale Facebook page over the weekend:
Honestly, on Saturday night after Day 1 of training, I had hit my discouraged, low-point…
- I was frustrated with myself over my first track presentation and knew I had to step it up big time on Sunday if I was going to pass.
- I felt like my body had been run over by a car and wondered how I was going to physically cope in the morning.
- I was anxious about having to do dozens and dozens (and dozens…) of toe pushups in front of everyone, when I have been doing “girl pushups” for the past year and a half.
- I was disappointed that I missed Thomas crawl across the living room for the first time while I was away.
- I was so hungry, but could barely eat because my nerves got the best of me.
- I was exhausted and my mind was drawing blanks when I was practicing my presentation track.
- I burst into tears when the choreography DVD wouldn’t work on my computer (thank goodness for tech-savvy husbands).
- I questioned if I actually had what it took to be a Les Mills instructor. What had I gotten myself into? What was I thinking?
This weekend was a big step for me. It was one of the first things I’ve done for my own personal development in a long time. I was nervous, anxious, worried, and overwhelmed. However, I really don’t think we can change and better ourselves unless we step out of our comfort zones and face challenges. It definitely feels amazing to tackle something we’ve been ‘talking about forever’. Just as our instructor said at one point over the weekend: ”People usually give up on things simply because they fear failure.” It’s so true.
If we don’t take chances and risk failure, then we might never know what could have been.
I am so happy to say that I passed my assessment on Sunday and am well on my way to being part of the Les Mills tribe! There is still so much ahead of me in terms of getting my full certification: shadowing, mentoring, team teaching, and a full class video submission to the head office. I have twelve months to complete the rest of my training, but my goal is to be fully certified by April! Fingers crossed it all goes as planned.
I’m so glad that I took a chance on this weekend, that people believed in me, and that I chose to believe in myself. I’ve written before about “Making It Happen”, and this is just another one of those life moments when I had to dig deep and take my own advice. It was tough, but it was definitely worth it.