Unless you've been hiding under a rock, you know that America is fat. And not in a 'ph' kind of way.
That said, my nursing class has been given the task of recommending a physical activity and nutrition after-school program for our district's public school system to adopt. Great idea, right? Of course.
That great idea brings us to today, when we 'practiced' one of the physical activity lesson plans on some, ahem - enthusiastic - elementary school kids. While the kids learned how to monitor their heart rate and use their imagination while exercising, I learned that I am incredibly out of shape. Thankyouverymuch, crazy and insane nursing program.
As I was leading a group of six year olds down our imaginary road, skipping, jumping, running, and freezing (which became a necessary favorite), I quickly realized it's hard to talk and move at the same time. Talk about a rude awakening.
I've been trying to decide how I am possibly going to fill all my free time once I graduate. Now, I know. Well, hello there tennis shoes and Jillian Michaels. I didn't notice you there gathering dust.
It promises to be a very nice, necessary - and painful - reunion.
Side note: I've discovered the beauty of working with kids. Besides the sweet hugs, adorably hilarious honesty and general cuteness, what other time is it acceptable for grown adults to run around a playground outside galloping like horses and jumping like frogs? Pure brilliance.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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