I have always considered myself fairly athletic. Not athletic in the sense that I'm good at any particular sport but rather that I consider myself as in pretty good shape. That and I'm a bit competitive when it comes to working out. I'm probably that obnoxious girl on the treadmill next to you that needs to be running the fastest or longest and when someone stops before me (even if they'd exercising twice as long) I do a mini victory dance because they stopped due to my "mad-awesome-olympic worthy fitness." Well, this morning was the definition of eating a big ol' slice of humble pie. But I'm getting a bit ahead of myself.
Now before you jump to any conclusions, my competitiveness is a direct result of my upbringing (sorry mom and dad). I am the youngest of four children (two boys and two girls). My oldest sibling, Nicole, always adored having a little sister and she was enough ahead of me that I was more like a life size doll and the epitome of idolizing my older sister. However, my two older brothers (Neal and Drew) not-so-secretly wished that I was the third brother. The way they saw it, since Neal was generally in charge of me and Drew during babysitting and the summers, Neal would treat me just like another boy. That included "football camps," wrestling and basketball... A lot of basketball. This also included a lot of hand-me-downs which I LOVED so I could be just like my older brothers. Since Drew and I were only 14 months apart we were in constant competition with sports. I remember being the only girl on the elementary school basketball teams and I'm sure until the age of 12 I didn't realize I wasn't a boy. Now, fast forward 14 years and few less boys' clothes but keep the competitive nature and that's me today.
My parents arrived into town last Thursday and they were excited to spend time with family friends here in Davidson. Beth and Bobby are the family I babysat for during my entire Davidson career and as a result became somewhat of a second family while I lived in North Carolina. Therefore, every time my parents are in town we make an effort to see them. Last night my parents and I had dinner with Beth, Bobby and the kids. After dinner, catching up and a few rounds of BS (the card game NOT in conversation) Bobby mentioned a fitness program that he started leading in the town for guys called F3 (Fitness, Fellowship and Faith). F3 is a bootcamp style exercise regime that is hosted on campus. Due to the success of F3 they created F4 (for women) and finally F5 (for families). He asked if I'd be interested in meeting on the football track in the morning to join in the F5 session. My rational side said, no I had too much work in the morning, however it was my competitive side that spoke up and replied "absolutely!" I figured, F5 was for kids... no big deal. Mistake #1
I woke up early this morning, to meet the 7:55 start time on the track. The morning was relatively cool but not much of a breeze. When I walked onto the track I saw the others gathering, some had just finished F3 and others F4. We started out light with a bit of warm up and core strengthening. It was only about 15 minutes into the workout when I realized how hot it was. This was NC in the middle of summer, and I was wearing my full length lycra running pants (mistake #2). But I figured, I run, take spin like it's going out of style, do yoga and mat pilates, no way Bobby's class could out do me. Plus, there was a five year old there. If he could do it I could. Mistake #3 thinking that I have more energy than a 5-yr old.
30 minutes into the exercise which included short jogs, resistance training and a few intervals, I actually started seeing stars. Was it the heat? The lycra? Or the fair share of white wine I'd had the night before at dinner. Whatever the cause, WHY ARE THESE KIDS SO FIT?! They were running circles around me. Literally. Seriously, WHY IS IT SO HOT?!
After opting out of running the stadium stairs, because I'm afraid of heights (that's a lie), I walked a lap around the track and waited until they finished up. Finally, Beth had arrived, after finishing her F4. At this point I assumed we'd pretend to do a bit more exercise then leave. No. Beth jumped straight into the routine full force. Why is it SO hot outside!?!
After another 20 minutes I thought I was dying. It was embarrassing. We finally finished with some core strengthening which was easy enough since it required sitting down. As I stumbled off the track, pining for a cold shower I concluded, competition is overrated and those kids are definitely on steroids :)
Working on the Firsts Portraits
Today marks the second day I've worked on the Davidson Firsts portraits.
As mentioned in a previous blog post, these portraits signify important milestones in Davidson's history of integration and promoting diversity on campus.
The three (of the six) portraits I've worked on thus far include:
Lillian "Beadsie" Woo