Field Day. In elementary school we use to have field day once a year. For an entire day, we'd compete in physical activities with other classes. And at the end of the day we'd all get awards, ribbons, or medals. Ah, field day... how I use to hate you. I was never good at any competition and have some very strong memories from field days of my youth where one classmates in particular (now a doctor) might have screamed to EVERYONE during the relay race, "NOOOOoooooo.. don't pass it to Christy... she'll NEVER get it there fast enough!" Ah well. At least we don't have to relive those moments... right?
Except today. Today, as part of a program we're doing for my work, I will return to my elementary school for its field day ... representing our company as we encourage kids to move more and play hard.
A year ago I would have skipped the event all together...found someone else to attend, had another meeting... whatever... but now.... Well now, I juggled things around to be there today.... to walk back on the grounds of Alice Birney Elementary, where I was once tormented by fellow classmates and a future doctor who all could outrun me.
Today, I don't care. I don't care who can run the fastest. It doesn't matter. Because, I know I am adequate and capable. And, I can't wait for field day.
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