***DISCLAIMER*** This did NOT happen at Lifetime.  It happened in Maryland at another facility.  But on a side note, I received a call from Jackie to follow up, so I appreciate the diligence.  But this was not at a Lifetime facility.

My friends write a blog and one of them wrote this hilarious post about what happened to her in class..she's been writing about the different classes that she's been taking.  The site is http://www.blushblog.com/

Enjoy

I have been on my postpartum weight loss objective since I was cleared by OB a few months ago.  My summer has been filled with walking, 100 meter sprints, running stairs, sweating profusely in Bikram Yoga, and dancing hard as ish to Pitbull's "Calle Ocho" in Zumba.  Most recently, I spent the last 6 weeks swimming and taking aqua kickboxing in an effort to cleanse myself of 20 to 25lbs.  Now, all of this effort could be made quite simple if The Biggest Loser would have a postpartum special.  I mean, I could drop this weight in like 4 weeks.  Why should the morbidly obese have all the fun?  Surely, there are plenty of women trying to lose baby weight and plenty of men trying to lose the sympathy weight they gain during mom's pregnancy to comprise a very interesting cast of characters.  Note to self:  write a letter to NBC ASAP. 
Anyway, aqua kickboxing was cool.  It was not the most grueling class in the world but it helped.  I have lost a couple of pounds, I have toned, and that hip injury I developed during my pregnancy has patched up pretty well.  This, however, could be the result of the laps I swam before every class.  The last day of class was Wednesday.  Before class began that evening, the instructor, who always reminded me of a cross between Cicely Tyson and Billy Blanks, asked me if I signed up for the next session of the class.  I explained that I did not because I like to switch up my routine and decided to signed up for the spinning class for next session.  Her eyes narrowed slightly in that Cicely Tyson kind of way and she said, "Oh, that's good.  I'm sure it is a good class."  I'm pretty sure the Billy Blanks in her wanted to punch me in my face but she chose to be passive aggressive instead.  Very big of her, I think.  But, when I turned around and jumped in the pool, I must have inadvertently committed an act of war because she tried desperately to make me pay for my disloyalty for the rest of the class.  The following dismayed everyone in class...

"Excuse me, you are not in sync with the rest of the class."
"Ummm, do you not have your water weights today?  Can you please borrow some from someone else?
"I said to the right, Miss."
"Are you having a hard time with this combination?"
"Ladies, please hold for a second.  I need to show her this combination again."  (Please note, I was doing the combination better than her.)
"Keep up please."

I just ignored her and kept doing what I was doing.  Her nonsense went on for the duration of the hour long class.  Even the kids from the swim team practicing in the competition pool behind us were looking.  Their little faces clearly read, "Wow, that lady is a loser."  That lady, being me, of course.  Class ended.  As I exited the pool area, one of the lifeguards said, "Rough class, huh?  What did you do to her?"  I told him that I informed her I was taking a different class next session.  He laughed uncontrollably and told another passing lifeguard.  Then they both laughed uncontrollably.  The second lifeguards said, "She got you, shawty."  Then they both walked off to the pool office to share the tale. 

I hope she works out her teacher-student abandonment issues at her next therapy session.