This morning, I subbed the 8am Jazzercise class for another instructor. Saturdays are always a full house in class which is wonderful as long as nothing goes wrong. And if you’re a sub, you really hope nothing goes wrong because they are already not thrilled to see you.
Halfway through the workout, almost at the peak heart rate routine, my ipod froze. FROZE! And I? I began to panic.
Keep moving, ladies! March or skip around the room. I’m going to hook up the CD player. Give me two minutes. I’m sooooooo sorry!!
Luckily, two fabulous class managers came to my rescue. Kathy began CPR on my ipod trying to reset it (some kind of crazy voodoo I have yet to master) while Betty ran to find the CD player. I did nothing helpful unless you call plugging and unplugging everything on the sound system and sweating & panting like a pig helpful.
Hang on, ladies! I’m soooooo sorry about this! Please keep moving. I’d say we could go for a run but it’s only 20 degrees outside. March around the room and hopefully we’ll get this fixed in a jif!
My confidence in a solution, however, was waning. We got the CD player hooked up and then IT decided not to work (I discovered later that in my panic, I plugged it in wrong). I thought I was going to have to tell them that class was over. That I was a technical failure and that I would totally understand if they walked out on me and blacklisted me forever.
It was then that Kathy revived my ipod and saved the day. (Yes, I know this sounds like a dramatic recap but I’m telling you – it was a tough room!)
You guys are probably like “I’m never going to her class again!” *nervous laughter*
The rest of the class was issue-free. I even kept everyone late and added a few routines to make up for my momentary spazz. In the end, I think they walked (or limped) out happy. Maybe I overcompensated? Either way, thanks to Betty & Kathy, I made it through without total failure.
Moments like this remind me that I am SUCH a work in progress.
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You know, in hard-core yoga classes, the instructors often pass gas or even kweef (can I write that word on a mom blog comment? delete me if necessary) ….sometimes they’re wearing mic headsets when this happens.
Compared to that, an iPod emergency is NOTHING.
xo
Ha! Kweef.
Nope. I’ve never had anything like that happen. Then again, it’s not like I spend a LOT of time in exercise classes. But if I lived in your neighborhood? I would totally be a Jazzercise gal.
I take an aqua aerobics class where the CD player is CONSTANTLY on the fritz. I think it is the humidity. But it’s not about the music. If it goes off, we keep working out. One time last year we ended up singing christmas carols at the top of our lungs and that was hilarious and more fun than usual. Imagine 20 fat ladies bouncing around the pool shouting “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen.”
What a calamity in jazzercise!
I never go to classes at the gym. I am deathly afraid of them. Because I am lazy and out of shape and entirely uncoordinated.
But if I was in this class, I would have been thankful for the little break and time to catch my breath.
Not really an issue for me as the only work-out I do is at an office and that requires me to sit and wriggle my fingers on a keyboard.
do you have to have music for this thing you do
just kidding 