Today I was asked to substitute for a Saturday morning class at the last minute. The club is a big, nationally known chain & this class is very popular. My legs were DEAD from the day before (hill repeats) but I said sure. Otherwise, they'd have no class.

So, I go to plug in my MP3 player - nothing, zero, ziltch. Hadn't charged it in awhile. I had no other music. I asked the class, "Does anybody have any music they'd donate?" One sweet little college-age girl brought me her cute little baby blue IPod which was loaded with RAP music. I just about DIED when the first song was exhorting expletives about women. It got no better. Without turning my brain on first, I remarked to the class, "Gee, this is the kind of music that makes me roll up my window at stoplights." Good going.

Anyway, I got through it. I had never head any of the songs so I had to wing it. And rap - well - it doesn't really have verses, refrains, etc., so there's no telling how long the song goes on (at least I couldn't make head nor tails out of it.)

All of the spinners were good sports & thanked me at the end of the class. I am now convinced I can teach any class, anywhere, anytime.

And my IPod is fully charged. And I'm now carrying CD's of my profiles, just in case.