The Body Pump training audition was this past Sunday and the good news is that I passed. I’m happy but also a little surprised since the last two weeks and Sunday in particular were physically and emotionally draining.
I have been debating for a couple of weeks if I wanted to post the emotional turmoil I had put upon myself. Generally, in fitness we’re supposed to be happy go lucky people brimming with positivity. I was far from that.
My issue wasn’t with being unprepared, I stopped being excited about the audition, heck even working out in general. I know a part of an instructor’s job is to fake that in front of the class, I just couldn’t figure out how to pull it off and each day got worse than the last. I hate being judged and I was afraid my usual positive personality wasn’t going to come out. I was freaking out to the point where I thought about backing out of the whole thing more than once.
Thankfully, Sunday I woke up in a good mood. Sure I was nervous, but I was positive and I think that was my saving grace. I also made sure I dressed the part because I knew if I felt like I looked good I would actually feel good (thanks for the red fleece Elizabeth). It was a small group of people auditioning, about 10 people in all, mostly dance, a Body Combat audition and two spin people. They put us Body Pumpers in the middle so I was able to blow off some steam with other people’s routines, but I wasn’t last (they cut that poor girl off mid-routine). It was a good group and everyone seemed to be in positive spirits. I had a hard time not shaking during my routine since I was clearly nervous, but I didn’t let it get in the way of my cues or form. I even got cheered on when I was doing my push-ups.
I’m proud of myself, not just for passing the audition, I worked hard for that, but that I pushed past adversity, got in front of a group of strangers nervous as all get out and put myself out there. That is not an easy thing to do, and looking cute and strong while doing it. But I did it and get to move onto training now. When that’ll be I’m not sure, but I think the hardest part is over.