Dear high school self . . .

sara logoLast weekend I did what my high school self would have thought impossible . . . I ran a 5K. To someone whose attention on the soccer field as a young girl was more focused on the puppies on the sidelines and whose nickname all throughout middle school was “Goalie” (because she once accidentally asked to be goalie in a kickball game), this is a big deal. I tried tennis, horseback riding, you name it, but nothing stuck. Every year in high school gym class they would do a physical fitness test, which was total bullshit, of a mile run and other things I’ve chosen to forget. This was stupid because the test meant nothing and we never improved upon skills or anything afterwards. My “mile run” was similar to Hannah running with her boyfriend on HBO’s “Girls” . . . kicking and screaming and stopping to rest and walk the whole way . . . so probably a “14 minutes at best” mile.running blog pic

It wasn’t until my twenties, living in L.A., that I began getting hooked on fitness, especially spinning and my classes at Pink Iron. It was group fitness that got me started running a little bit. Getting revved up for a 5K had a lot do with my determination to prove to myself that I’m finally getting past some lingering pain from an ankle injury last summer.

I more than impressed myself in my first 5K (I don’t count a color run I did two years ago because I barely ran and it’s not really a race; it’s more of a “how much color can you get on you in a 5K contest). It was for a cause (Evelyn’s BFF) that I believe in (unfortunately I’ve known more than one woman who has battled breast cancer, some lucky, others not so lucky), and it was with a group of girls from my gym, who I knew would be great people to try running with. I never thought I would get a time of 34:02; my goal was 45 minutes and I more than surpassed that. I posted my time on Facebook, not just for other people to see, but more for a reminder to myself that I can achieve things I had no idea were in me (I’m coming at you, Kili).

As of today my, Facebook status has garnered 45 likes from people I’ve known through all stage of life, which makes me think, they’re either as proud of me as my friends or family or are, like, “holy shit, can’t believe that girl who only cared about music in high school can do more than jump around at a rock show.” I really didn’t expect this support and also really didn’t seek it out, I don’t think, but it got me wondering: why DO we feel the need to share things like this? Whenever I share something on social media, I really only think that I’m reaching my close friends, but between Facebook and Twitter, I have many more followers than just “close friends.”

I can vaguely remember a time when Facebook was for college (clearly based on “The Social Network” it was for much more than just college); about a year after it went live, we would post what classes we were in and find other people in our classes to “study with” if we thought they were cute. There were no statuses and there weren’t even photos in the beginning. It’s obviously turned into so much more as social networking has grown. Popularity is now measured in the amount of likes you get on a photo on Instagram, a status on Facebook, or how many birthday wishes you get.

At this point, I have a serious love/hate relationship with it. When it’s good, it’s really good. The recent ALS Ice Bucket Challenge (yes, I did it)  has been incredible for those affected by the disease.  Also, a lot of gyms do “check in for charity” where if you check in on Facebook, money is donated to a good cause (this month at my gym our cause is animals, so obviously I’m checking in as often as I can remember to!). It can also be a huge time suck, looking at people’s wedding or baby photos (most of whom you haven’t actually spoken to in years), etc.

Whenever I disconnect to reconnect (usually due to being in areas of little to no cell phone service), I feel so much better about life. I’m not absorbing useless information and I often say I’ll just delete Facebook and Instagram when I’m back in service land. The second I’m back in society, I’m addicted again. There’s a give and take with staying connected to people for work or personal reasons, so I’ve learned it’s important to set boundaries. Only let myself indulge at certain hours, or a certain amount of times a day. It’s something I’m working on, but something that’s important to me – to stay present. That’s how you run a race anyway, isn’t it?

7 thoughts on “Dear high school self . . .

  1. The first time I heard of Facebook was when my daughter, still in high school, was about to spend the summer attending a program at a university across the country. She was told to sign up for Facebook so that all the kids in the program, and the faculty, could connect. At that point, it still wasn’t open to anyone else, and she, by the way, found it very helpful in getting to know the others in the program before its start. But a year or so later, that’s when the floodgates opened and my relatives in South America were already on it and coerced me to sign up. It’s a lot of pressure, but can be fun. My daughter stopped using it ages ago (too many older folks on it was the problem) and anyway, I had no idea that in the beginning there were no photos on FB. Fascinating. Congrats on doing the 5K!

    • I’m very amused that your daughter stopped using Facebook because of ‘too many older folks on it’. Serves its purposes for us, though, doesn’t it?

      • It serves a purpose for us, but funny thing. Earlier this week, a young woman who I met in the blogosphere and is in college, told me she just cancelled her FB page. These young folk are on Snapchat and instagram instead. Have you tried Snapchat? It scares me. I work with young people and they forced me to add the app to my phone so they can send me 10 second videos that erase as soon as you watch. It stresses me out, the pressure of trying to watch. You have to hold down the video so it can play. I keep forgetting where to place my finger when viewing and often I place it smack in the middle of the screen and end up not seeing the video at all. Who needs that kind of pressure anyway? But they love it and use it ALL THE TIME.

        • And I’m stressed out with the amount of engagements and babies I see popping up in my News Feed!

  2. First, kudos for completing the run. I gifted myself a fit bit for Mother’s day this year, and surprised myself by meeting the daily steps and pushing myself to do more. Feels good.

    As for being a social maven – several years back I talked a CEO into hiring me to work for her.. social media solutions.At the time I didn’t even have a Facebook account or a blog. I learned on the job. I know more than I need to know, but I don’t apply it to my own self-marketing or brand. I should but the introspective me still wanes.

    • Thanks!!

      I am still trying to understand all the social medias of the world. I’m currently trying to tackle and understand Twitter better because it’s amazing how much it shapes how people consume entertainment now!

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