Well I am officially out of the closet and I am not happy about it. It is all Kyle's fault. On Friday we decided to attempt our first spinning class together. I had already taken one spinning class and had to leave after 40 minutes because I thought I might never be able to walk again. But I was willing to give it another try. I have taken aerobics classes in French and although I have no clue what is going on 70% of the time, at least I can watch the teacher's movements and follow along. The problem with spinning is that a big part of it is just turning up and down the resistance knob. The flick of a wrist at the front of the class is a little bit harder to follow. Luckily the first time I was there, the instructor tilted her arm as she was talking so I at least knew if we were supposed to be going up or down a hill.
Kyle and I were the last two people in the room on Friday and all of the bikes were taken except for two in the very front, right next to the teacher. Between the last two bikes was a flamboyant gay guy that is in almost every single class I take. So the teacher comes in and asks if this is anyone's first time in the class. I thought I knew my husband well, but I obviously don't. Of course you don't raise your hand when they ask if anyone is new because then you are singled out the rest of the time. If anything, you try to look like you own the place and that you will never need any help whatsoever. At least that is my theory.
Well Kyle's hand shoots up and I could have just about killed him. There were a few other people who raised their hands so the teacher started explaining how to set up the seat etc. Just as we got started peddaling, she turns to Kyle and says something. (She is speaking into a microphone, so everyone can hear it.) Kyle just kind of mumbles "Oui" and then she says something else to him. Finally she says in English, "You don't speak French do you?" Well a few people in the class started giggling and I wanted to melt into the floor. Here I had gone for 6 months of working out and faking it, or at least being silent enough that no one knew I only spoke English and Kyle had just ruined it for me. I was sure the gay guy would tell his friends in all our other classes that I am a poseur. I might just have to never show my face at the gym again :)
1 comment:
Don't quit. I had exactly the same expierence at the place across from my house. I did yoga for three months (in english) then I bought a year membership and two months later the english instructor left, so I continued in French for another 4 months. I did the same just watched and kept super quite, but one day it was a very small class and I didn't have anyone on one side of me to watch so I ended up laying on my belly when everyone was on to another pose standing up! I pretended to have just not payed proper attention until the instructor, who saw me each time, said something. I nodded yes and then again he said something and finally he said shocked "Do you understand ANY French?" I looked around the room at the smurks and said shyly "no" I never went back although I had a year membership and I really regret that I allowed them to scare me away! You should continue!
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