A: Well, C is for cookie.
Q: That's good enough for me. No, but really.
A: In high school, we had this thing called the "Grad at Grad." It was a list of goals essentially that my high school wanted us to have achieved by the time we were a graduate at Graduation. No big deal, right? Goals are good.
They introduced the Grad at Grad our freshman year with an acronym: RIPLOC.
Religious
Intellectually Competent
Physically Fit
Loving
Open to Growth
Committed to Doing Justice
I'm still amazed that I haven't forgotten it yet. That's the power of a good acronym, I guess. Anyway, sophomore year we had to meet with a member of the faculty or administration and talk about our progress. How were we doing with getting to the Grad at Grad. Somehow I got paired with the Dean of Students. The big important dean who got to call snow days or force us to come to school in a blizzard. I'm pretty sure I bluffed my way through most of that interview, but I was honest about "physically fit." I said something along the lines of "Well, I used to walk to the bus stop, but then it started getting cold...and I walk to all my classes..." And left it at that. I never took a gym class in high school because I took fine arts all four years. I'm not 100% certain why those are equivalent, but I'm totally okay with that because I really never wanted to take a gym class. So the dean said I should probably work on physically fit but it seemed like I was doing well with all the others.
Did I work on it? Not at all. Unless you count singing and dancing at the same time in theatrical performances, which I wouldn't really count, no.
In college I had to take P.E. Because we're a liberal arts school and they like making weird things required for graduation. So I plotted to take the easiest P.E. classes ever. Which I did: Fencing, Badminton, Fitness Walking, and Cycling. Although to be fair, cycling was the most difficult and most rewarding one that I took. I liked it a lot. In the end, I never really ended up "physically fit."
Then last semester, my friend and I went to the gym to lift and do things in the weight room, but that petered off because I'm a wimp. Although we did really well for a couple weeks, I have to say. I was impressed with us.
So I'm still working on it.
Yesterday I stole my brother's bike and took a ride on the bike trail near my house to the library. It was pretty awesome. Once I got home I was hot, sweaty, and gross, but I felt fantastic. Probably because I went into it with some measure of excitement and came home confident. Or the music on the radio was just really good that hour. Regardless, I'm doing it again today.
I'm really excited about my new-found activity because it's going to give me something to do. If I'm perfectly honest, I've been a bum for these first two weeks of being a college graduate, and that just makes me feel like a piece of fungus hanging out on a slice of bread. And that's not only gross, but can't be healthy. So...resolving to actually get outside and do something? Yes I am. Is it optimistic that I'll stick with it? Absolutely. But hopefully I can.
"It takes four weeks for you to see your body changing, it takes eight weeks for friends and family, and it takes twelve weeks for the rest of the world. Keep Going."
1 comments:
Oh Brianna, I believe in you!
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