obnoxious group exercisers

This morning, as usual, I got up and went to PiYo. There were several “newbies” at this morning’s class, in addition to the “regulars” like myself. This isn’t isn’t too uncommon, and as usual I pretty much ignored them.

One of the “newbies” was constantly trying to one-up the instructor – and often she succeeded. If the instructor told us to bend a certain way, she’d bend deeper. If the instructor told us to stretch a certain way, she’d stretch deeper. If the instructor told us to balance a certain way, she’d lift her arms or legs in such a way as to make the balance more challenging.

I noticed her crazy stretches (it was hard to miss), but I still really wasn’t paying too much attention to her. I go to these classes for me, and I pretty much don’t care what anyone else says or does.

The instructor introduced a couple of new sequences today, and at the end of the class, she asked us what we’d thought of those sequences. I told her I really enjoyed the sequence of sun salutations, but I didn’t like the sequence with the squats and lunges and strange balances. Of course, I added, I have a terrible sense of balance, so mine probably isn’t the best opinion.

Miss Newbie chooses this moment to pipe up. “You should really start doing yoga,” she says. “It improves your balance a lot.”

I’m a pretty mellow person, but saying that really got under my skin. I have lousy balance because I was in a severe car accident, and I’m never going to have “great” balance. I’m okay with that, because functionally you’d never know I have such poor balance. But don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t be doing to improve my balance – especially if you don’t even know me.

I shook my head and told Miss Newbie that I’ve been doing yoga for four years. My poor balance is due to previous injuries due to a car accident.

Miss Newbie, who is also perhaps Miss One-Up-You, said, “Oh I understand, I broke my leg in a car accident a few years ago.”

At this point, I just bit my tongue. Nothing I could say was going to convince her to be less obnoxious. Fortunately for me (and unfortunately for her), I am a writer with a website who can preserve an account of her behavior for many years to come. 🙂