On Tuesday mornings at 6:45 sharp, I lead my oh-so-enthusiastic group of young flutists on a run around Kutztown. We usually go for about 3 miles, with a steady pace on the way out and intervals on the way back.
Today, I changed it up and made them do hill repeats on the way back to campus.
It was a short hill, only taking about 45 seconds to reach the top.
Still, I got some mean looks, complete with the rebellious stop-in-the-tracks.
It made me giggle, not because I'm sadistic, but because it reminded me of myself when someone else is trying to tell me what to do. It's much easier to be bossy than it is to be bossed, even if you're doing the same damn workout.
Today, I changed it up and made them do hill repeats on the way back to campus.
It was a short hill, only taking about 45 seconds to reach the top.
Still, I got some mean looks, complete with the rebellious stop-in-the-tracks.
It made me giggle, not because I'm sadistic, but because it reminded me of myself when someone else is trying to tell me what to do. It's much easier to be bossy than it is to be bossed, even if you're doing the same damn workout.
