Last week, at the pinnacle of frustration, I stopped running. I mean that I quite literally haven’t ran since last Tuesday. That’s the longest period (five days) consecutively that I haven’t done anything fitness related in well over a year. I spent the time with my wife, explaining to her why I just don’t want to run, how the fire just burned out.
it’s a strange sensation. It wasn’t that I was tired of running, and personally I was enjoying the results. However, to be honest, it’s hard to keep moving when you’re trying to impress one person…and they don’t always notice. I simply shared that to Darco, because I want her to be proud that she’s married me. The hope is that she got a guy who doesn’t play video games (usually), stays in shape, cooks, cleans, etc…Most of this stems directly from a previous marriage where my existence was debatable at best.
I suppose what I learned from all of this was a few key pieces:
You really can’t do anything by yourself. Sure, I can run by myself without issue. However, it still takes a crew of motivators, if nothing else, to keep me moving each day.
Breaks are alright. Five days worth of horrible eating, too much coffee, and dehydration. I’ve been bad on my body, but thankfully five questionable days outweigh a years worth of the same habits.
I am strong. Even though I’ve been off the running circuit lately, I’m ready to get going again. Three, four, five years ago if I would have been off, I would have easily stayed off.
Good ideas can stem from time away from the road. I’ve enjoyed my fun on the road, and I completely understand that for the vast majority of people there is no joy behind running. However, that isn’t the same as just moving. The belief, “If you’re moving, you’re winning”. I’ve chatted with Darco about making a family fitness and health blog. It may take her a while to come around, but I think that kind of side project would keep us both vested in the opportunities that exist outside of just running.
With all of that said…
I’m ready to hit the gym*.
*It’s nearly 100 degrees outside, I’ll be training inside where it’s safe.
I spent five hours in school today. Just organizing this and that, and getting my computer updated. About twenty minutes before I left the principal came into my room. We talked briefly about the upcoming school year, technology, and behavior styles of students. It was just a refreshing small part of my day because it continued to demonstrate to me that I’ve arrived to the education world.
I can hear my wife sleeping. She’s been asleep for nearly three hours now. Six hours ago she arrived back into the United States from her first international mission trip. As you could imagine, she’s rather tired. I’ve checked on her a few times, but she’s just sprawled out on the bed, soaking up the air conditioning, and peacefully asleep.
A few days ago I took a class that spoke about schools failing boys in education. I thought on this concept throughout the day and into the rest of the week. I started to ponder the question of whether it’s necessarily schools that are failing boys, or if it’s men who are failing boys because they refuse to stop being boys.
I don’t understand how over the years I’ve been labeled as the crazy one…
I’m not playing video games in my late 20’s while my wife cleans.
I’m not living in my parents house.
I’m not wearing skinny jeans.
I’m not declaring to have an internal gender identity separate from the external gender.
I don’t own a confederate flag. No, the south will not rise again.
I don’t own a rainbow flag.
I don’t wave signs that suggest, “God hates fags.”
I have a job.
I survived off minimum wage.
I can’t stand Fox News or CNN.
I have had heartfelt conversations with Muslim’s, Hindu’s, people of different races, people with disabilities, people who are gay, and people who are straight. We all found ways to smile while talking and listening to one another.
I’ve voted for Republicans and Democrats; neither instance did I smell sulfur.
I believe in God.
It is a two prong thought, both stemming from the realities of the day.
For the past two days, while Darco has been out of the country, I’ve been attending a series of classes for educators within our district. Some of the classes have been great, some of them…not so much. It was during my first class this morning, I was sitting across from my mentor teacher assigned to me from our school, and I confessed that I was nervous about the beginning of the school year. I felt that I wasn’t prepared, I wasn’t sure what I was doing, and it was kind of settling into a panicked state within my heart and soul. I’m still embarrassed tonight typing out that thought. Continue reading →