So some of you know that I am co-head of the PTA with my friend Bruce and this fall, I got co-opted into being in charge of a Fitness and Run Club for students in 1st-6th grade. This came about because last year, I helped a woman start a Girls Run Club in school and it was quite sweet. There were 5 girls in it. They made journals, they logged their miles, they trained for a little race. Then the leader got pregnant and could no longer run so it became mine.
This year, the teachers convinced me to include boys because "they felt left out last spring." So we now have 26 kids participating. We meet in an auditorium where I lead warm-up stretches (while most kids sit on their blue mats eating their snack, watching me or trading Pokemon cards). Then we jog to a nearby park to "run laps." On a good week, 6 of them run. The rest of them walk within fifty feet of exiting the front door of school. But it's better than that.
I shall now demonstrate the highlights of Run Club through a series of sound bites from me and Bruce.
Me: "Hey Boy X, you can't swing from the stage curtain. Get off of it. I'm not kidding, the whole thing is going to come down. Stop swinging on the curtain." (Thump)
Me: "Okay everyone, get yourself a snack or drink and then go to the bathroom. I don't want a flurry of bathroom visits at the last minute. (Ten minutes pass). Okay, let's line up and get ready to go out. Did anyone not get a chance to go to the bathroom yet?" (24 hands raise)
Bruce: "Kids, it's not the time to hold a funeral for a butterfly. Get back on the path and start running." (Funeral continues). "Uh, is this mike on?"
Me: "It doesn't count as a lap if you cut through the middle every time."
Bruce: "Boys. Boys. Leave that guy alone."
Boy 1: "What's he doing? Maybe he's dead."
Bruce: "He's not dead. He's taking a nap and he doesn't want you throwing leaves on him."
Bruce: "This isn't Run Club, this is Afternoon Girls Gossip Club."
Me: "No, this is Afternoon 'Christa and Bruce provide childcare during the worst two hours of the day while the smart parents stay home drinking and laughing at our expense' Club."
Me: "For the love of cheese, that box of donuts doesn't belong to you. Leave it alone."
Kid Y: "Whose is it then?"
Me: "Probably the dead guy's. Now start running."
Me: "No, I will not play Lady Gaga on my phone on the run back to school."