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I am an Ultimate Athlete

...actually I'm far from it. Just ask my big sister. The one fight we ever had consisted of two statements:

Me: "You SUCK at softball!"

Her: "Well you SUCK at soccer!"

There are two things that are noteworthy from this dialogue. The first is that I have had a clear love for the "S" word since childhood (the last post being proof enough), and second, that it is true...I DO suck at soccer. Also I suck at most other sports.

Being the "easy-going" and "fun-loving" teacher that I am (the two-word hyphenates that I strive to live up to at work!) I agreed to work with another teacher in his elective class. We all pitched our electives to the student body and the ones with the most sign ups were established-who'da thought junior highers wouldn't love a sweaty combo of aerobics, kick boxing and crazy dance moves! Needless to say, my pitch for "Cardio Craze" was nixed.

Teaching friend Mr. Energy's "Ultimate Athlete" class however got much interest. And so Tuesdays and Fridays (Fridays post Comic Book Club of course) you can find me in the company of about 45 boys...on a field...sweating...as I put my "athleticism" to the test.

Today we played "Capture the Flag." I find it wise to stick with the sixth grade boys as they're still slightly interested in their teacher's opinion of them. They answer my very important questions...

"So if I go past those cones they can tag me? Are they gonna hurt me when they tag me? If I'm tagged I have to go to 'jail'? Why is he running toward me right NOW...with that look in his eyes?!"

Exercise is supposed to release endorphins. In this case, it seems to release anxiety as well. At any given moment it's likely there's a hormone-raged,preteen, male charging at me. I don't like that at all.

I may not be the fastest (understatement) but I believe I can be the most encouraging.

"Nice job Josh, you're an ANIMAL!"
"Tyler C, you're on FIRA' today!"
"That's right Patrick, show no MERCY!"

"Get that motha'...!"

In time, I might consider myself an ultimate athlete. Honestly, I'm just not sure how much time that could take.

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