You never know what’s going to happen when you are a Jazzercise instructor and you step on stage to teach. I got certified to teach Jazzercise almost five years ago, when Eva was a baby. Two weeks after I got certified, we found out Vincent was on his way.
Many interesting things have happened in the years I’ve been teaching. I’ve taught to full classes of people wearing frowns and earplugs. I’ve taught to rooms of energetic smilers. I’ve felt my bad shoulder start to slip out of its socket and go back in. During the time I was nursing, I let down right before one class and ruined my top. One time during a floor abdominal routine, I rolled energetically right off my mat and onto the studio floor.
I love to laugh and have no problem making fun of myself, so I am able to play off these oddball situations and keep the class going. Sometimes, though, things get really weird. Like today. I was filling in for the class owner (who operates one of the top 3% Jazzercise centers in the district) during a circuit Jazzercise class.
Suddenly, I blanked.
Oh, it wasn’t for lack of preparation. Not a fear of performance. Not a weak grasp on choreography. Not lack of experience. Nope! It was a plain old-never-can-tell-when-it’s-coming-totally-annoying-inherited-anxiety attack.
So during a strength routine that I’ve taught a million times, I suddenly wasn’t sure what was going on. How the routine went. Where we were in the music. My heart started to race. I started to sweat. I looked over at another instructor, who happened to be attending the class, for cues. She nodded calmly, smiled, and got me through the rest of the routine. Then I slowly recovered.
This situation has only occurred three times in the five years I’ve been teaching Jazzercise. Although I quit piano as a young girl because of similar events, I competed in gymnastics and track for years and years without a glitch.
You just never know what will trigger an episode of anxiety and what won’t. The best thing you can do is smile, acknowledge, get a drink of water, breathe, turn on the fan, and chill….and know it has passed and is not likely to return for some time.