But then I remembered last January. Nine months ago, my friend and I signed ourselves up for a number of 5k runs. We figured it would provide us with the motivation to try a new activity and get in shape. We obviously ignored the fact that, at the time, we could barely run a hundred yards. I had been a pretty decent runner in middle school and high school, but between junky knees and a bout of asthma, I had lost interest in the sport. But I was determined to give it another shot, so I hopped on that treadmill and ran. At first it was only a half mile, then a mile, and within a few weeks, I was chugging out (slowly and breathlessly, I might add) three whole miles! Now, three miles is an easy run. I've gotten faster (not by much) and stronger, regularly running five or six miles. I have even gotten up to eight miles a couple times. It took a lot of getting back in shape, and I don't always love the run, but I love how much healthier and more powerful I feel from doing it.
Teaching is the same thing. It is only day six. I am only at the mile mark. I am out of shape and breathless and in PAIN! But tomorrow, maybe I will be able to push another half mile, get that much closer to the good teacher I know I can be. It just takes time--time to get stronger, to find that easy (okay, it's never easy) stride. Once all the assemblies die down, and students stop changing their schedules, I will get back into the swing of things.