30 April 2007

The good the bad the ugly

My pool has 3 instructors for the water aerobics class.

First, there is Patty, the instructor every instructor wants to be. She is a grandma who is so cute and in such good shape that the pool cleaning guy makes a special stop to hang out and watch her in action (she teaches from outside the pool). All of the guys in the jacuzzi just sit there, mouths literally agape.

Patty rocks because she has good routines, she is funny as hell, and she isn't hung up on you following her every move. She just demonstrates and keeps things moving. I always get a great workout.

Then there is the Dumb Instructor. I don't know what her name is, but she makes every move so needlessly complicated that I never get a good workout because I am trying to figure out what she means by "Charlie Chaplin feet" or "eggbeater legs." The other day she had us hopping on one foot while swinging the other leg like a pendulum with "cross country arms" while we were traveling the length of the pool. Huh?

But the one who takes the cake is the Bitchy Cheerleader from Hell. With serious control issues. She is annoyingly perky and commanding. She not only has a routine, she wants you to be as committed to her routine as she is.

She can't STAND it if you deviate from her Grand Water Aerobics plan, and if you fail to follow her moves, she will point it out to the rest of the class in her loud, screechy Cheerleader from Hell voice.

The other day my friend Jules got busted for failing to hop when Bitchy Cheerleader was hopping. Jules said "But I have a knee injury." "Just don't hop as high," said BC. Jules just gave her the "You nuts, lady" look and went off to a corner of the pool.

She came down on me like a ton of bricks during her routine where we do four jumping jacks in one direction, then for some unknown reason, have to spin in the direction she tells us to, before we do 2 more jumping jacks, then spin some other direction. And on and on and on.

I can't tell left from right, so I quickly lost track of which direction I was supposed to be facing. No problem, right? It's all a big pool of water.

Wrong.

BC was incensed. "Your OTHER right!" she screamed. I looked blankly at her and kept facing the same direction. "Your OTHER right! Your OTHER right!" I said 'I'm really fine right here." She wildly gestured for me to spin. "I'm WATCHING you," she yelled.

"Cool," I said, with a steely reserve honed in the bowels of the newsroom by facing down mean old copy editors (Hi, Doug!).

From then on it was war. I was the teenager with an attitude and she was the Mom set on pointing out my every flaw. I channeled my best Bershon face and stuck it out, making rude gestures across the pool to Jules behind BC's back.

BC wasn't done, though.

There is a woman, Cora, who comes to class but doesn't participate. I think she has post-polio syndrome because she has one leg that is significantly weaker than the other. She uses the class time, because there are no lap swimmers, to do her own workout in a corner of the pool. She works like hell, too.

Of course this pisses BC off. Because everyone should want to do her workout, even though there is plenty of room in the pool.

At the end of class, she shouted at Cora to help with the lane lines. The first couple times Cora didn't hear her - she wears earplugs - and that only made BC madder.

When she finally got Cora's attention and Cora started pulling down the big, heavy lines, BC remarked to the people around her, "Good. Now maybe she will get some exercise."

Tell me, is it proper to punch your aerobics instructor? Because if BC is there next week, I might just consider it.

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10 comments:

super des said...

hee hee hee. Thanks :)

I say not only punch BC, but throw her in the pool and maybe she'll work out a complicated swimming routine that won't work ad she'll drown.

Gee, I'm bitter.

jessica said...

Bitch.

MsLittlePea said...

I think I love you even more because you don't know your right and left. Because neither do I!

You should totally punch BC.

meno said...

How about you develop a routine for BC that involves large heavy weights and the deep end of the pool?

I have left/right issues too, so she can go to hell.

Maggie said...

Who hired that woman? Seriously what idiot would think she would be great for customers? Can you complain about her? God, this is the time you wish you had super death ray vision so you could just look at the bitch and give her what for.

Anonymous said...

Good Lord, is my neck that big???
I look like Erich von Stroheim.

P.S. Why not just watch General Hospital while on the treadmill, like a normal person???

- Angel Apologist

one smarmy mama said...

oh hell no.

I've coming to visit............I'm coming to your gym...........and I'm layin' out BC.

Suzanne said...

Oh people. At least BC gave you some good material, huh?

Anonymous said...

I teach water aerobics and I would certainly entertain the idea of decking BC

Dallas & Jadie said...

I teach water aerobics, and all you people do is complain... We work our asses off to make a routine and keep a class in line and there are fifty people doing there own thing and talking so loud the instructor may as well be white noise. Have you ever been to a land aerobics class??? The teacher has a routine and she expects you to do it and not interupt the class or do something different that interupts... if you want to do whatever you want go to open swim, as long as there is a teacher the swimming pool is her class room and you should do your best to follow what she wants.

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