She's the one who told off the guy who came into the class to complain about the loud music, and then when she told him it had to be that loud because, hello, it was a cycling class, came back again and shut the door. She went out and gave him a piece of her mind, and we all cheered for her when she came back in.
(And then she taught the yoga class right after that spin class, with soft ambient music and a totally different approach, and bent her body in ways that encouraged the rest of us to do yoga poses we hadn't been able to do before.)
(I'm going to attend her cycling and yoga classes again on Saturday, so I'll probably add some more sayings after that.)
ANYWAY: The other day she subbed for one of the regular cycling teachers at my gym, and, guess what, she was even more amazing.
One thing I loved was how she let herself huff and puff and sweat. Just like the rest of us.
She kept wiping the sweat off, until she said, about halfway through the class, "My towel won't accept any more sweat. It's full."
Here are a few more of her sayings:
Warming up. About five minutes. You should be sweating by the time we finish this.
And now for something completely different.
Come on! Get up! I'm standing, can't you see? Stand up!
I loved the music she played, too, including this song, "Love Runs Out," by New Republic. (I know I included this in "The Sayings of Liz," but they both played it. And it's great for spinning, and dancing, and whatever.)
Later, when she played "Switch Me On," she said, "If I were a stripper, this would be on my playlist."
Okay, you're burning. Which is okay. It's good to burn. Well, except when you pee.
Let's pretend you're tired. And you want to stop now. Just ask yourself, "How would my butt look in a mirror, naked?" That's all I have to do at ten o'clock at night when I want a snack. I look at my butt in the mirror, naked, and I realize I do not need that snack after all.
I'm horrible. I know it. But that's okay. It's just the way I am.
I need CPR.