It’s been a busy fall semester so far for The Seminole Scribe student newspaper staff. The first issue is always the steepest learning curve for them: they’re learning how to write without opinions, interview sources while taking notes, set up quotes in their stories and design the newspaper. We also went with a new look this semester, a smaller glossy format magazine-type publication, which a lot of people say looks a lot better. Plus none of that nasty newsprint residue is leftover after reading it. Score!
In my “spare time,” I’ve been trying to improve on my design skills in Florida Trail Riders Magazine by using more of the Photoshop filters and tools that I’ve been ignoring for years. This year’s cover story features a 24-year-old Vermont native who moved to Florida after “retiring” as a professional trials rider. He taught me some new lingo like “splatter” and “jap zap,” which are terms familiar in the trials world for certain techniques they use to climb over obstacles. I
I’m gearing up for a trip to Pop’s Place this weekend for a little R&R, which will mainly consist of anything but since I’m taking the dirt bike along with my running shoes.
The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. - Martin Luther King, Jr.
The best thing about yesterday’s 60-miler, besides not breaking down like I did last year, was the amount of calories I burned while racing my dirt bike for 3.5 hours.
The worse thing was…everything else…I toughed it out when I wanted to quit after the halfway point since the course, although tight, fast and technical in some spots, was a lot more of the deepest whoops known to Florida, which were a constant strain in my neck that still hurts from a car accident two years ago. It probably didn’t help that I smacked my head on the ground more than a few times when I hit a stump going too fast and the back end came around sending me down. I hit my head so hard in one of the crashes that it gave me a migraine that’s still hanging around this morning.
Something I learned is that I need to be a little less courteous to the fast riders behind me because I would move over for them when they passed only to get caught in between logs on the side of the trail or end up in a ravine going down the side of the trail getting way off course and losing precious time.
Afterward, I can’t really say I had that much fun besides getting to see all my friends because of how bad my neck hurts today, how terrible my results were and how embarrassed I was crashing on the hill after the last reset in front of everyone but I AM thankful to be walking though I didn’t even unload my bike last night when I came home. All I was looking forward to was getting a massage at noon today. I keep seeing people’s posts online about how awesome the course was and how much fun they had and I’m left wondering, “Did we ride the same race?” I guess when everything’s going well for you, you tend to overlook the negatives and when things just suck and you have a bad day, it’s easy to overlook all the good stuff and wallow on the dark side. The worst thing was having people ask me what happened and that they just didn’t understand why my score was so bad. But I was due for a bad day.
Since moving twice in the last five months, I’ve tried getting rid of things that I don’t need, use or want, anymore. Clothes and knickknacks top the list but I’ve also shed a few people from my life who I could stand to do without.
Yesterday, the college was closed for convocation, which is basically a teacher work day that gives students the day off. I spent all day attending workshops ranging from learning about lobbyists in the Florida legislature to becoming a better public speaker. In one session, I listened to advice about going the extra mile from the book the Fred Factor. One of the speaker’s quotes reminded me to write this blog:
“Necessity is the mother of strange bedfellows.”
In the past, I might have made a bad habit of surrounding myself with people who need my help because I make them better. But I started noticing that these people might not necessarily be good for me in return. I’ve tried giving others complements but I often hear that I’m wrong because they don’t know how to accept my accolades. It’s draining. I enjoy giving gifts of inspiration and try to let others know I appreciate them but not a lot of people can accept a complement and I wonder, why does it feel bad to receive one?
The vision I have for myself believes in the impossible and I want to sit around and daydream with people who won’t talk me out of thinking positive.
I crashed only three times today in my 30+ mile race through tacky mud and seriously slippery technical trails, twice in the wide open turns within half a mile right after the start and once again on the beginning of my second lap in the fields while reaching for my Camelbak and losing focus through the sudden muck. The lack of traction snuck up on me and I almost crashed about 17 other times hitting slick spots without warning and I had to use all of my concentration to get myself in the lead. I came around the first lap after 11 miles and I got the “wide open” sign and few cheers along with a thumbs up and I was just happy to not crash in front of everyone.
A problem with being in the lead is not being able to stop and fix my bars that I’d bent in the first crashes. I learned to ride with it and tried riding smart even though I wanted to go faster; I did not want to crash more.
I tried not following ruts in the wide open wet grassy straightaways and want to thank my new friend Andy Wallace for his advice before the race about riding into the grass on the sides of the trail. He said there was about a tire’s width of space that was not in the mud.
That advice saved me a lot of times and I saw others getting squirrelly riding right in the middle of the ruts.
Andy also held my bike and kickstarter tape, which he had never seen before. I showed him where I liked it on the lever to keep it back and somehow grabbed the overall holeshot in front of at least 20 bikes, which pretty much made my race right there and I started hooting and hollering around the first corners unable to control my adrenaline.
I can’t wait to see what, if any, my GoPro captured. Before today I had not ridden my bike since August. But I’m starting to think that the less I ride it, the better I love winning.
I recently read a report by American Express OPEN that an estimated 1,288 new women-owned business have started each day over the past year and women-owned business now account for 30 percent of all enterprises!
Last week, my friend and racing buddy started our own business and race team to help support our racing habit while helping other women racers (but more on that later). We’re keeping things pretty much under wraps right now, including our name and the logo that we designed last week since our doors are set to “virtually” open on October 1. We’re still working on our mission statement and we’ve already incorporated with the IRS, purchased a domain name and created a Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. We’ve also come up with pen names, too, to help market our team. I’m excited to have a place where I can BE MYSELF since I sometimes censor my thoughts on this blog because I want to try and remain professional. We’re determined to venture out and believe this could turn into something big even though we’re not exactly sure what will happen. And maybe our purpose is yet to be realized but at least we can dream!
You write because you have an idea in your mind that feels so genuine, so important, so true. And yet, by the time this idea passes through the different filters of your mind, and into your hand, and onto the page or computer screen — it becomes distorted, and it’s been diminished. The writing you end up with is an approximation, if you’re lucky, of whatever it was you really wanted to say.
Interesting…”if you look at someone who went to Princeton, someone who got into Princeton but didn’t go, and even someone who just applied to Princeton, they end up making the same amount of money because what matters is the kid, not the school. I just wish more people knew that. Still, there’s no question that in terms of prestige and access, going to the best school matters.
It’s rare that academics stir up this much excitement.
Former Yale English professor William Deresiewicz kicked up an awful lot of hullabaloo earlier this year when an article he had written went viral. Its title will help explain: “Don’t send your kids to the Ivy League: The nation’s top colleges are turning our kids into zombies.”
In the article, which was published by The New Republic this summer, Deresiewicz characterized Ivy League students as competitive hoop jumpers who—as adolescents—had been so programmed to try to meet the sky-high requirements of top-tier institutions that once they were admitted and arrived, they simply sought out the next hurdles to clear. They gave more thought to padding their resumes than choosing their coursework and wound up on a conveyor belt into careers on Wall Street or in consultancy.
In his recently published book Excellent Sheep: The Miseducation of the American Elite and The…
I’m teaching my Journalism students how to structure a news story by utilizing the Rule of Three. Bad (or good) things happen in threes. Why, they want to know? That’s just how it is, I tell them.
The Rule of Three is a writing principle that suggests that things that come in threes are inherently funnier, more satisfying, or more effective than other numbers of things.
To prove my point, I’ve had three bad things happen to me recently. The first was hurting my hand in my race three weeks ago. It still hurts! The second was my kickstarter breaking off before my next race in South Carolina. I drove all the way there (and had my suspension serviced the Friday before) for nothing! [Note: Not really nothing. I put on my journalist hat and started taking pictures, instead.]
The third bad thing was throwing my back out while sneezing last week! I could literally not believe this one…but if you’ve ever seen or heard my mother sneeze, you feel my pain. Just one powerful sneeze sent me screaming to the floor where I remained with my dog licking my face.
It’s been a week since the last bad thing happened, so I’m assuming I’m good for a while. I’m looking forward to racing this weekend in Gainesville if my hand can handle it, of course. I would hate to enter a race that I know I couldn’t win.
I’m also looking forward to three good things happening since my friend Deborah and I decided to start our own race team, and we already have a name! We’re planning to hit most, if not all, of the out-of-state National Enduros next season, which could take us anywhere from Colorado to Missouri. Stay tuned…
Since the fall semester started last week, I’m reminded why teaching is my dream job, however sitting around in my pajamas all day working on the computer was nice this summer.
I’m happy to be back in front of my students who make each day interesting just by showing up to my classes.
Ah, the dream job. Just as work has been reshaped by technology and globalization, so too have our professional fantasies. While jobs atop the corporate ladder haven’t totally lost their luster, more and more Americans are seeking work-life balance. And now that leaner, recession-tested firms are hiring again, they’re looking for something different too. Given the new landscape, we asked a few experts—career coaches, headhunters, and recruiters—to weigh in with their best, most relevant tips for today. The old rules still apply—network, network, network!—but here’s the latest on how to land that ideal job, whatever it may be.
1. Define what you want Before you network, and certainly before you step into an interview, know your goals and what you’re dreaming to do. That sounds like a no-brainer, but our experts say the No. 1 mistake job seekers make is not being able to articulate what kind of job they…
I lead my race yesterday from just after the start to a few miles after turning the third lap when I crashed for the first and only time in more than 35 miles and injured my left hand. In all, I averaged 19.9 mph and 188 bpm – my heart rate peaked at 201 after the 1-hour mark.