Ready, set, go?

With a new year comes a new goal. My goal this year is to run a marathon. It’s always been a dream of mine but has never come to fruition due to Covid or injury. This year, however, I’m completely determined to run 26.2 miles. 

My idea for this semester’s passion blog is that it will follow my training ups and downs as well as general updates on how training is going. Because my marathon won’t be till the summer or fall I’ve decided I’m going to let you guys decide which marathon I run based on a list I give you one week. So, now that we’ve gotten the logistics of the blog out of the way, let’s jump into the blog!

Training so far has been a disaster. Last semester, I started running four times a week with two short, speed training runs, one long pacer run, and then one Peloton run for fun. It was working really well and I was gaining good mileage, but then Thanksgiving happened. 

Over Thanksgiving break, my body completely shut down and I had a 103 degree fever for three days and couldn’t move. My muscles were stiff, my lung capacity was low, and I was heavily dehydrated. I also couldn’t eat very much which is terrible because all runners know that calorie intake is extremely important to fuel your runs. Over the three days of being sick, I had lost 10 pounds and was feeling weaker than ever. 

Luckily, my fever broke and I was able to spend the rest of the break recuperating. When I got back to school and tried to run again, I could barely run two miles without my lungs burning. It was pretty discouraging so I tried to switch my training plan up. 

Because I won’t be running my race until late summer or fall, I can use this time to build strength through weight lifting and other forms of cardio like stair master or cycling. I will still run once or twice a week, but until my lungs get better, running long distances will be on the back burner until race time is 15 weeks away. 

One of the ways I’m rebuilding my lung capacity is through Peloton. By letting an instructor guide me through my run or bike class, I can focus on what they are telling me to do rather than how bad my lungs feel. I really enjoy blasting music or a podcast during my runs and Peloton offers a bit of both. 

Another key way I’m going to rebuild my strength is through breathing exercises. It’s often an overlooked component of training, but if your breath is settled, then your mind is settled and you can run further for longer. Everyone has heard of runner’s high. I experience it best when my breath is stable and in tune with my pace. In order to get back to a place where I can experience runner’s high, I need to focus on training my mind and body.

Passion and Civic Issues

I have decided that for my passion blog I will write about my journey to my marathon and document my training ups and downs.

For my civic issues blog, I’m going to expose the manipulation of the political parties as it pertains to the growing polarization in the last decade.

“This I believe” draft

Nobody likes to feel embarrassed. The feeling of your stomach dropping, your cheeks turning red, doing everything in your power to hide from your mistake. I always feared embarrassment until my dad taught me a trick: purposefully embarrass yourself once a day. 

I learned this lesson when I was nine years old. I was considered the weird kid which was pretty understandable because I had a crippling obsession with “Toy Story.” But it’s not what it seems. I loved Toy Story because my little sister who was three at the time loved listening to songs like “Woody’s Round Up” and “Jessie the Yodelling Cowgirl.” It became a way to bond and play with her.  Unfortunately, I thought everyone appreciated “Toy Story” as much as I did so I made a cardboard cutout of Woody to submit for the artist of the month competition at school. As you can probably guess, I got made fun of, big time. 

When I got home that day, I cried to my dad telling him how embarrassed and stupid I felt. I begged him to never let me go back to school. Dramatic, I know. After finally calming down, my dad put his arm around me and told me something that has been ingrained in me ever since. He said, “All great actors embarrass themselves once a day.” 

At the time I thought this advice was stupid. Actors get paid to make believe and are celebrated for it. In my mind there was no correlation in submitting a cardboard cut out of Woody and getting paid millions of dollars to act in a movie. But after a few years of remembering this advice, a switch flipped inside of me. 

That terrible feeling I associated with embarrassment was similar to the great feeling of excitement. The same way my stomach dropped and my cheeks turned red from making a mistake was the same feeling I had when I saw my crush or walked on the field before a big game. By reframing embarrassment in my mind, I enabled myself to take more risks. 

When my dad told me to embarrass myself once a day, he didn’t mean literally go out of my way to make a fool of myself. He meant that I should not be afraid of failure and strive to make as many mistakes as possible so that I would have no regrets. After all, fireworks were the result of a mistake with gunpowder, gravity was discovered because an apple hit Newton square on the head. Many of humanity’s historical innovations were the results of mistakes and yet we look at them as pure genius. 

I appreciate the guts it took my nine year old self to submit my artwork even if it wasn’t other people’s cup of tea. Without that experience, I would not be as bold with my choices. Because of this I try to embarrass myself once a day whether that be through answering a question wrong in class, or shooting my shot with a guy. And yeah, I still feel embarrassed every now and then, but I am able to bounce back faster and be comforted by the fact that I tried.

RCL Blog Ideas

“This I Believe”

For my podcast, I’m thinking about talking about the importance of family dinners. My other idea is to talk about the importance of embarrassing yourself at least once a day. Both of these practices have had an impact on my outlook on life and I think they could make for an interesting podcast.

Passion Blog (pt. 2)

For my new passion blog, I’m thinking about following the ups and downs of my marathon training, which I plan to run next fall. My other idea is to talk about the things I’ve learned from my first year of college.

Civic Issues

For my civic issues blog, I’m thinking I want to discuss inequality in education regarding funding and resources. My other idea is to talk about the turmoil in the two party system. I would discuss the manipulation and divisive tactics politicians use to increase polarization while using important Supreme Court Cases and various sources to provide evidence for and against my topic. In other words, I want to talk about why Americans can’t find middle ground.

 

Peace Out Bloggers

There are three reasons why kids are my favorite: they tell it like it is, adore you for who you are, and let you see the world through their eyes. 

Since this is my last blog post, I want to take the time and talk about what one particular family has meant to me. 

As I have said before, I have been babysitting since I was eleven years old. When I was thirteen, I started babysitting for a family who had one little boy, who we will call Jay. Jay was about 10 months old when I first started babysitting him. Now that he’s four, I’ve gotten to see him become a big brother to sweet Aves and see the friend he’s become to all.

Kids are a product of their parents. Jay and Aves hit the jackpot with their parents. I have never met a more genuinely kind, caring, and empathetic couple. They have watched me grow up and taken care of me even when they didn’t know they were. Throughout the various rough patches of my life, I could always count on Jay, Aves, and their parents to bring a smile to my face and remind me how loved I truly am. Jay and Aves take after their parents with their energy, uplifting spirits, and overall light. Kids are a product of their parents. 

I’ve been so fortunate to know Aves her whole life. I started taking Jay to school every morning right after Aves was born to give their mom a break. I’ve been so blessed to see and have an impact on the strong little woman Aves becoming, which is something I have never taken for granted.

This past summer was all about goodbyes. Even though I’ll see my kiddos on breaks, it won’t be the same routine we had in the past. I won’t get to read Jay and Aves bedtime stories, in which Jay corrects me on the proper way to read a certain dwarf planet (he’s a genius by the way) or listen to Aves fall asleep to the stylings of Joni Mitchell’s “Circle Game,” but I will always have the memories and the privilege of getting to see them grow up. 

So with that, Jay and Aves, I love you both dearly and can’t wait to see you both over Thanksgiving!

And now, peace out blog buddies. It’s been a good semester and I’ve enjoyed reading everything you’ve had to say.

History of Public Controversy Ideas

I think it would be really interesting to focus on early 1900s cultural movements such as the rise of child labor laws or the Harlem Renaissance. While today we don’t find these movements controversial, for their time, the rise of jazz and putting children of all social classes into school was seen as threatening. It’s also an interesting time period to look at in regards to social movements because of the growth of what we now consider ‘American culture.’

Specific topics for controversy include, workers rights in regards to the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire, Harlem Renaissance, and the rise of leisure activities. I’m open to plenty of ideas but I definitely love looking at popular culture shifts and think jazz in particular would be really interesting to look at in regards to public controversy.

Human Bubble Blower

This week I’m going to switch it up and talk about my baby cousin. 

With my little cousin Carson’s 5th birthday coming up, I couldn’t pass on the opportunity to tell an embarrassing story about him. 

Sometimes kids do stupid things. They are incredibly unpredictable. They don’t know the implications of their actions until they are about seven years old, which is why they throw blocks at their siblings head, run into streets, and put everything into their mouths. We consider these behaviors to be normal in children. This is also the exact reason why kids need to be under constant supervision. After all, the old saying is, if you can’t hear your kids, they are most likely getting themselves into trouble…

Every summer, my extended family goes to the beach for a week together. We all stay in one house making it extremely hectic but fun for the cousins and siblings. One of the best parts of this tradition is that we all eat dinner together. Obviously, the little kids tend to play while everyone else sits and eats but for the most part, everyone is together. 

Poor Carson was really sick that summer. He was about one and a half years old at the time and had had croup and infantile pneumonia that he was still recovering from. His energy levels were pretty low so when everyone sat down for dinner we left him and my other two little cousins that are around the same age as Carson in the play area by the dinner table. 

The problem is, with about 25 people staying in one house together, it’s pretty hard to hear one person crying, especially when that person’s lungs have been actively recovering all summer. Luckily for the adults in the house, I had and still have babysitter ears, so the slightest cry for help sounds like a train hitting the brakes. 

What kid doesn’t like bubbles? Well, Carson loved bubbles so much he drank a whole bottle of them that summer. When I heard him crying, I turned around to see an image straight out of a cartoon; my baby cousin sitting on the floor coughing full fledged bubbles from his mouth. Nobody could contain their laughter. We obviously comforted the poor guy and made sure he was okay by reading the ingredients on the bubbles container, but we also could not for the life of us stop laughing. 

So, Carson, in honor of your fifth birthday, let’s raise a glass to you… just not bubbles.

Terrible Twos

This week’s blog follows two year old Jess.

For those of you that have never interacted with a toddler, let me paint a picture. They exude a terrible trifecta of lovability, attitude, and recklessness. They are essentially tiny middle schoolers minus the hormones. And sometimes, they use their adorableness as a manipulation tactic…

My Achilles’ heel has always been crying. When I see one of my kids in pain, I just want to help them make it go away. Unfortunately, do to their reckless nature, toddlers are very often in pain. Especially, Jess.

Over the summer, just before Jess had turned three, I took her to the park. She, being the adventurous kid she is, wanted to climb everything. No piece of equipment was un-climbable to Jess. I didn’t think anything of this because she had never gotten hurt before with me. Sure, she had tripped and fallen on the playground a few times, but never any blood and certainly never any tears.

After about an hour of playing on the playground, Jess went through a tunnel and came out with a nose bleed. I shrieked and immediately ran to her. She wasn’t crying and seemed completely unfazed. In fact she just looked up at me and said, “I bleeding.”

I picked her up and said it was time to go home and clean her up, but she didn’t want to leave. As she was bleeding all over herself and me, she started crying. This set off alarms with other parents on the playground, because I was very obviously not Jess’ mom. It also didn’t help that I was clearly in a rush to leave the playground.

Luckily, one of the dads on the playground came to my aid with napkins and let me know that he saw Jess bump her face inside the tunnel, and reassured me that it was ok and that accidents happen.

This interaction calmed the other parents on the playground and allowed me to bring Jess home to clean her up. But she was still crying…

I tried to find every possible distraction to make her stop crying but nothing worked. I put on PJ Masks, broke out the coloring books, and even tried bribing Jess with candy, but nothing worked. After about an hour of her crying, I looked at the clock and realized the time…

She was late for her nap.

I carried her up to her room, gave her a bottle while I read to her, and put her down to sleep.

It was then BOTH of our nap times.

 

 

 

 

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