Bear fitness is very different from Dinosaur Fitness. "Bear fitness" is what I'm going to nickname my new Thursday night step class.
There has been a lot of class schedule upheaval at the St. Louis Park Bally's ever since L.A. Fitness opened up a location a few blocks away. My favorite instructor, Renee, left and now the Wednesday night step class has been moved to fill the void where her yoga/pilates class used to be.
The step instructor's name is Scott, and he is a bear. A big, sweaty, hairy, peppy, loud bear. And I kind of love him.
Now, when I say he is sweaty, I mean I actually saw sweat dripping off of him and splattering on the floor. He is a sweaty dude. Jess had warned me that once she went to a yoga class after a step class he taught and there was so much sweat on the floor at the front of the room that you couldn't even put your mat down for about a five-foot radius around the instructor space. I thought maybe this was an overstatement. I was mistaken.
There was a bit of awkwardness during the floor exercises when he was doing some pelvic tilts and leg stretches and his long, baggy shorts rode up a bit and let me know he wears tighty whities. But it was more hilarious to me than anything else. Oh, bear fitness. So wacky.
All in all, I sort of loved the outrageousness of it. It wasn't like any step class I'd gone to before, and I'm thinking the whole "bear cheerleader" vibe Scott has going could work for me.
Fun fact: when spellchecking this entry, Blogger did not recognize "tighty," and suggested "titty" was the correct term. I don't...think think this is apt. What with the bear and all.