Posts Tagged ‘aerobics’

The One About The Stamp Nazi

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010

It used to be fun at the end of every class waiting in line with all the other ladies soaked in sweat until she arrived, The Stamp Nazi.  She stands behind the gym desk, clutching the ladybug stamp while scouring each and every one of us who pour out of the 9:30am cycling class.  Her eyes bob back and forth snapping mental pictures of participants so when we reach the front of the line, hand her our cards, and ask her to stamp them, she knows exactly who deserves one and who doesn’t.  But apparently, her system is flawed.

You didn’t take class today,” she squints her eyes at me and scowls.

“Yes, I did,” I say surprised.

The Stamp Nazi gives me the evil eye before yelling for the aerobic instructor who taught the morning routine, “INGRID!!!  Did she take class today?”

Yes, she took class today,” the instructor says stifling a snicker.

“Oh.  I guess this time I’ll give you a stamp,” she grits her teeth while pushing down a little lady bug on my card.

The woman behind me, however, not so lucky.

“Can I have two ladybugs, please?  I took a class yesterday and I forget to get my card stamped,” she explains.

“Ummmm, I don’t think so,” The Stamp Nazi snaps.  “You can only receive a stamp on the day you take class.”

After asking around, I discover The Stamp Nazi is the head of the aerobics department at the club.  And apparently, her duties include hassling members out of ladybugs.

This side of the card is full.  I can’t give you another stamp,” I overhear her scolding another member.  “I guess, you’ll have to wait until next month for more stamps.”

Let me explain:  the gym I attend has a fitness rewards program, which means members receive points for various things such as referring new members or taking an aerobics class.  After accruing an impossibly unreachable amount points, you can actually cash them in for gifts you’ll  never wear enjoy such as this tank top.

According to the club’s fitness rewards website, this tank top will cost you 1250 points.  Do you know how many points you get per ladybug stamp?  10.   That’s it.  You only get 10 points per ladybug stamp.  That means I need 125 lady bug stamps to earn that crappy awesome tank top. 

THAT’S 125 AEROBICS CLASSES!!!

Now, if I take 2 or 3 classes a day and get 2 or 3 ladybug stamps a day (which I could never do, by the way, because I would die if I worked out that much.  Literally.), I could probably earn enough points to get that tacky impressive tank top in 3 or 4 months.

But get this:  the club only allows you to turn in 20 ladybug stamps per month.  The card you hand in on the last day of every month, (because, according to The Stamp Nazi, if you turn it in on the 1st day of the following month your ladybugs no longer count) is only worth 100 points.  And that’s if you fill up your entire card.  That means it’s going to take me 12 1/2 months to get this sucky stunning tank top.

12 1/2 MONTHS!!!

I guess, I’m confused.  I mean, it was so nice and fun when the aerobics instructors who actually taught the classes stamped our cards for us.  Why does The Stamp Nazi feel the need to now stand at the desk, swing her stamp, and interrogate ladies about ladybugs?  I mean, I’ve overheard her telling members some are ‘taking advantage’ of the fitness rewards system and giving themselves an extra stamp here and there.

But seriously, who cares? 

Even if you steal a couple extra stamps every month, you’ll never earn enough for that atrocious amazing tank top.  Never.

Put the ladybug down, Stamp Nazi. Enough is enough.

Enough.  Is.  Enough.

You Can’t Make that Face; Only I Can Make that Face.

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

Do you know what a bosu ball is?  I didn’t until my psycho aerobics instructor asked me to grab one.  After killing us with cardio for 45 minutes, she told the entire 6:30pm class we would spend the last 15 minutes working with the apparatus.  While literally skipping to the closet to roll out the cart carrying the half balls, she said the gym powers that be finally decided to buy 20 pieces for the aerobics program after years of begging by the instructors.

bosuball

After giving us a mini lecture about how the bosu ball is designed specifically to integrate balance into every aspect of fitness, she made us do 36 one legged squats.

bosu1leg

I think I completed 3, but that’s only after I fell off the bosu time after time after time.  Too bad she didn’t ask us to keep track of how many times we fell off, because I’m sure I completed 36 reps of that.

While telling us to turn the boso over and do 36 one legged push-ups, she said informed us the ball adds an element of versatility and challenge to any range of activities.

bosuleg

I think I did 2, but I’m being generous with that number.  My body was shaking so hard, I think my elbows bent about a quarter of an inch before I popped back into position.

She then said the bosu can be combined with other equipment such as hand weights to add new and exciting elements to existing exercises and made us do 36 repetitions of this crazy exercise.

bosuweights

I think I completed 20 reps of this one, but maybe not.  I’m not sure.  My mind turned into mush from the pain after the 4th rep. 

The hardest part about the whole bosu ball experience:  watching my instructor’s face.  The 4’10″ woman who is ripped and weighs probably no more than 93 pounds kept scrunching it all up.  She would squint her eyes, wrinkle her nose, grit her teeth and suck air through them as she made every move.  From the faces and sounds she was making, you would have swore her right leg was about to pop off  if she used her muscles one more minute. 

Don’t get me wrong, I scrunch my face and suck air through my teeth all the time, especially when the bosu ball is kicking my butt.  But c’mon! A ripped aerobics instructor can’t make that face.  She is supposed to be our inspiration, our cheerleader, our no pain, no gain leader.   When I see her face all squished with pain, it squishes my workout moral.  Bosu or no bosu, she can’t make that face;  Only I can make that face.

And I mean it.