Since I've been teaching, I've been called a lot of things ranging from "effing awesome*" to "effing douchebag" and everything in between. Over the years, I've learned to take it all in stride because both ends of the spectrum are fast fleeting. What one of my students called me last week, though, threw me for a loop:
"You know...because you run a lot. You're like, an athlete."
Um, excuse me? I consider myself to be a lot of things, but "athlete" has never been one of them. I thought about it. Hell, I even looked up the definition:
ATH-leet (n)- Any one trained to contend in exercises requiring great physical agility and strength; one who has great activity and strength; a champion.
OK, I'm about 2/3 of that definition. I train to contend. Contend in what, per se, is debatable, but I do have great activity. I am NOT a champion. Well, at least not in the "go stand on the podium, here's your medal" sort of champion. Regardless, I'm going to go with the label of "athlete" from here on out. Now, what do they do? How do they act? Do I need to develop a swagger? Should I wear sweats and running shoes to work? Maybe I should wear my Oakleys indoors. Wow, this being an athlete thing is wayy hard. I think I liked it better when I was an effing douchebag.
By the way, the aforementioned student now has a permanent "A" in my class.
Editor's Note - Of course I construct this post before my running has waved "bye bye" to me. If I'm lucky, I'll get one run in this week, hopefully on Saturday. That in and of itself could be an adventure. Don't worry...I'm still calling myself an athlete.
Editor's Note 2 - This week's SSTIFY entry needs to be reader-driven. I've got one that's been in my head, but I'm always willing to take suggestions. Email me. I'll link to your blog and everything!
*seriously, I've heard "effin' awesome". I'm sure of it.
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