Pushing the limits

“To try is to risk failure. But the risk must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.” 
– Anonymous 

Just like this blog, I’ve decided to take a leap of faith and pursue something that I’ve been thinking about for quite some time now: a group instructor certification. I’ve been taking group fitness classes for almost a year now and I’m truly enjoying myself. I love how group fitness makes working out fun and challenging and I’ve made some great new friends along the way. Working out has always been something I love to do but at the gym I’m currently at, it takes my love for working out to a whole new level. I’m constantly seeking ways to improve myself within a class, even if it’s a class I’ve taken a hundred times. No class is the same but each time you leave feeling like you really got a good work out in and that you pushed yourself to the next level. I live for the high.

The group fitness certification was an opportunity that I stumbled upon. I wasn’t actively searching for it, nor was I even settled on the idea of perusing it; It sort of fell into my lap and I couldn’t ignore it. I follow the gym on Facebook and they are actively updating with schedule changes, promotions and facility news. Monday night’s status was nothing different: class schedule for Tuesday, bootcamps to sign up for and then right at the bottom it said “Interested in becoming a group fitness instructor?? Message our Facebook or stop at the front desk!! Opportunity this weekend to become a CERTIFIED instructor at our club!” I scrolled past it, not giving it much thought. The next morning, I woke up and it was the first thing on my mind. I did my normal Tuesday morning workout, got dressed and went to work, and still, was the only thing I could think of. Finally, after unsuccessfully trying to ignore it,  I decided to text the gym owner’s daughter to fully understand what this certification would entail. She responded back quickly and enthusiastically, with all the information and encouragement she could give through a text message. She quickly sent another text, “so you’re interested?” I paused. I guess I was interested.

After much deliberation (Could I actually do this? Could I teach a class? What if I fail the test? Will I even know what this guy is talking about?) and asking my friend/gymspiration/instructor her opinion, which she said would be an amazing opportunity for me and I shouldn’t turn it down, I had half decided to actually go for it. It wasn’t until later Tuesday night, while out with a group of friends from the gym for a happy hour where I made up my mind. Two of my closest friends were there and when the topic arose that I may be completing this certification, they were extremely supportive and happy for me. I guess that was my turning point, knowing that two of my best friends, the girls I would trust my life with, were behind me on this, and that reassured my wavering confidence that I can, indeed, do this. I wasted no time in texting the gym owner’s daughter back saying “Yes, I’m in for Sunday.”

Here’s what I do know about the certification:
1. It’s an all day event this upcoming Sunday at the gym
2. Most of the day will be spent with lectures, so I need to bring a notebook and a pen
3. There will be a mock class portion in which I would need to teach the class a workout routine
4. The 60-minute test will be at the end of the day, around 6:30/7pm

I was also told that I would need to study basic anatomy, physiology and cardio respiratory – so here I am, notebook and pen in hand, googling everything I may need to know so that I can pass this test on Sunday. I was never very good at science so I am getting a little more nervous (even discouraged) but I am going to push through and try to work through this so I can feel a little more comfortable with the material that will be presented to me.

I can do this. I have faith in myself and I believe that doing something out of my comfort zone will only improve, not hinder, me. I’m scared and I’m definitely nervous about Sunday, but Eleanor Roosevelt once say: “Do one thing every day that scares you.” I have to push past my comfort bubble in order to live the life that I see myself living. Even if I’m scared I will fail, at least I can say I tried.