Wish me luck…

It’s time.  I’ve done the work and I now have to prove I’m competent.  Tomorrow I’ve got my 80 minute practical exam to become a Level 2 Gym Instructor. 

How am I feeling you might ask?  Terrified.  Why?  Although I’ve done the hard yards and spent many hours at the gym over the last 3 months learning good technique and all about kinesiology, tomorrow is the day that I need to look and act like a gym instructor.

I look up to and envy gym instructors.  To me they are the ultimate.  Completely toned bodies and endless energy.  I know that’s a truly short sited view but how amazing does the instructor look pumping their hearts out in a high energy aerobics session?  Amazing!

I want to look like that.  I would love people to be able to see me and say “boy, she must work out!” 

I’ve decided that in order to have any chance of looking like a gym instructor I’ve got to feel like one.  My plan is to walk in there pretending to be a gym instructor.  A qualified instructor wouldn’t be the slightest bit nervous about an 80 minute PT session with 2 examiners watching over your every move.  So that’s who I’m going to be tomorrow.

Wish me luck!