Nobody hears me.
I try again. “Cowboys and cowgirls.”
A few heads turn.
Progress.
“If you’re staring out that window because you hope a bull gets loose and charges through it to rescue you from my boring class, you’re going to be disappointed.”
That earns a few chuckles.
“Now, as I was saying before half of you mentally left the room, strength training isn’t about looking good in a T-shirt.”
One of the boys flexes.
The class laughs.
I point directly at him. “Case in point.”
More laughter.
At least they’re awake.
For the next twenty minutes, I do my best to explain muscle recovery, hydration, proper warm-ups, the importance of flexibility, how nutrition impacts performance, and how exhaustion and dehydration contribute to injuries.
The information is valuable.
But they’re itching to get back outside. Every single one of them came here to train and to fine-tune their skills.
Not listen to a sports medicine lecture.
I can practically see their attention spans evaporating into the afternoon heat.
A girl in the front row raises her hand.
Finally, a question.
“Yes?”
“Is there gonna be a quiz? I forgot to hit Record on my phone, so I don’t have any notes.”
“The folder I gave you at the beginning of class has all the information we’ll be covering,” I tell her.
The sleepy cowboy sits straight up. “Nobody said I was going to have to do homework. It’s summer!” he bellows.
“There is no quiz and no homework assignments. But this is something you all need to learn. Now, do you have any other questions related to the presentation?”
“How much longer is it?”
“Yeah. What time do we get back in the arena?”
“When’s lunch?”
Several students nod eagerly.
I sigh. “That is not a nutrition question.”
“It kind of is.”
