Though, I must be honest - I accompanied my wife to the Wenatchee Marathon on April 16th to see her run a 10k, which she did masterfully, and better than she expected. The first thing we noticed was how many people were at this event. The next thing we noticed was the buzz in the air. People were their to support each other. Not something I'm used to, even in the most amiable of jam sessions.
I was invited to run with some fellow ABCers yesterday. I ran slow, heavy and just slogged along like I was dragging myself through quicksand (though, I never want to personally experience that in reality). Today, I ran a bit longer...5, maybe 10 minutes. And, I did something I don't find myself doing. I semi-sprinted the last lap. As soon as I started, I realized two things: 1) Dumb! Why would I do something like that? Which lead to 2) Now, I gotta finish the dumb lap with the other people on the track watching. So, I did. And, you know what happened? I finished it. Then, I noticed my oboe friend do the same thing. Of course, she runs like a former track runner, and I believe she was wearing shoes that proved me right. Nevertheless, I felt like "I" started something, even if for a short time. It felt good...
Then, I became overwhelmed with this truth: I hate to work hard. I do. Pain sucks. Intellectually, I ascent to the fact that hard work typically pays off, unless you're in Africa working as a slave making mud bricks.... then, not so much. I was immediately reminded of a student I had my first year of teaching at Clovis who went through something similar, only to find out she liked the thing that was really hard for her. So, I, for the first time in my ABC on-campus career, spent more time studying than on Facebook. Heck - I haven't even looked at YouTube! Now, don't get excited. It's only one day. However, it's a win. I am smarter today than I was yesterday. And, I might even run tomorrow.
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