I'm back at work, back at school, after a brief break. Even though I love teaching in any capacity (at the gym, at school, after school, over coffee), I have to say my favourite days are those spent at home planning my work outs for the day. It sounds as if I am some sort of beefcake (with no disrespect to beefcakes, of course), but it's not that. It's just that I find home in strange places.
I remember feeling that way when I was teaching Sociology (what feels like many years ago). I would come out feeling energized even though that was my job and my means to an end. But really, it was so much more than that. I felt at home among those bright (and dull) students, their fierce debates, and fiery opinions. I would challenge my students, but more importantly they would challenge my beliefs and this was invigorating! I love teaching, because I love learning. So whether I am learning a new exercise regime, or I am being questioned about grammar, there's a desire to go back home, look up more information and to know more. To sharpen this mind.
I feel a similar sense of home at boot camp when my hamstrings are burning and I continue on, and on the TRX when I am positive my hands can no longer support my weight, but they do. They always do.
I don't want much from my days. I want to do the best I can at work. Be the best I can outside of work.
And be the strongest woman people have met in a while. And I don't mean just physically.
I remember feeling that way when I was teaching Sociology (what feels like many years ago). I would come out feeling energized even though that was my job and my means to an end. But really, it was so much more than that. I felt at home among those bright (and dull) students, their fierce debates, and fiery opinions. I would challenge my students, but more importantly they would challenge my beliefs and this was invigorating! I love teaching, because I love learning. So whether I am learning a new exercise regime, or I am being questioned about grammar, there's a desire to go back home, look up more information and to know more. To sharpen this mind.
I feel a similar sense of home at boot camp when my hamstrings are burning and I continue on, and on the TRX when I am positive my hands can no longer support my weight, but they do. They always do.
I don't want much from my days. I want to do the best I can at work. Be the best I can outside of work.
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