I took this train wreck weight training class before the holidays that reminded me that teaching is an art. The two fellas, who looked all of 15, used our class as a guinea pig to try out their teaching skills. While one guy would say sit down on the mat, the other one would immediately contradict him and tell us to stand. While one told us to do sprints, the other directed us to do squats. Very confusing. Completely chaotic. Reminded me of my job. I tried to feel sorry for them, rather than angry, so I would minimize my time in Grumpyville. On the positive side, it made me realize all my other gym teachers are mega-experienced and awesome. After class, I immediately texted my old trainer and told him he was a god.
The boys were in shape and probably do know a lot about fitness, but it’s one thing to be good at something and another to explain it well so someone else can do well. I’ve never taught and I don’t want to, because I don’t think I have the enormous intellectual real estate it takes to teach well. My dad asked me to teach him how to play the flute recently, which I was excited to do, but once lessons actually started, I realized, I had no idea what I was doing or how to explain what I knew. So kudos to you, if you teach. Not easy!