On Sunday I said, "You don't get to stop living life just because everything else falls apart around you." (Or something like that.)
I said it in a very dramatic moment of heat, sunshine, dehydration, hunger, doing the same thing all weekend long-ness, and yes, PMS.
I said it at Sportsfest, which took place this past weekend at UMiami. Sportsfest is a weekend-long event full of athletic competitions. It takes place from about 3 p.m. to 11 p.m. on a Friday, 9 a.m.-11 p.m. on Saturday, and 9 a.m. to about 2 p.m. on Sunday. There's not much time for meals or hygiene. Not to mention the months of preparation and tireless hours of painstaking work.
Nope, the world does not stop for Sportsfest. I'm realizing now this is a blessing and a curse, as sometimes continuing to live in the hot sun and watch kickball without eating lunch for just one more minute just seems absolutely horrific. But I also know that sometimes, even though you want to stop, you can't. You just have to keep going. (Honestly, I think this reality is someone up there doing us all a very big favor.)
Remember aforementioned dramatic moment when I wanted to stop living life? Sportsfest followed a weekend of RA Selection (about 11 hours of evaluating candidates) and prefaced a week of two stories, a newscast and two tests. As I took on each assignment, I felt myself overextending. I knew there was a moment when I was supposed to say no to something. I didn't.
I've said before that not every day has to be a good day. Some days, you get credit for getting up, putting on real clothes and living that day anyway. And most days, that's what I do. I get up, I put on real big-girl clothes and I live that day anyway. Ok wait, all of my clothes are real clothes. I do not have imaginary clothes. But I do that. I wake up and live. I'm just lucky that most of those days end up being really good. Or I work very hard to make sure they are. And on the days that aren't because you're tired or you want to cry or you really genuinely thought Flag Football and Capture the Flag were the same thing, the world does not stop for Sportsfest… er, the Olympics.
But now I realize that we like it that way.
So at work on Monday after a very busy weekend of spending time with freshmen and running around to make athletic events happen, (game time is forfeit time, and we do not forfeit) I was logging tape.
NBC paid for 1500 hours of Olympic coverage. NBC paid $775 million for the rights to exclusively broadcast the 2014 Winter Olympic Games. 98 events are scheduled, including a dozen new sports events aiming for younger demographics.
But even NBC knows the world doesn't stop for the Olympics. News is made elsewhere. Tapes need to be logged, Atlanta is icing over, trials and hearings occur.
It's true-- and actually a good thing -- that my life could not stop for Sportsfest and it's also good NBC's doesn't stop for the Olympics… because what would I be doing at work if it did?
You heard it here first,
Jordan
I said it in a very dramatic moment of heat, sunshine, dehydration, hunger, doing the same thing all weekend long-ness, and yes, PMS.
I said it at Sportsfest, which took place this past weekend at UMiami. Sportsfest is a weekend-long event full of athletic competitions. It takes place from about 3 p.m. to 11 p.m. on a Friday, 9 a.m.-11 p.m. on Saturday, and 9 a.m. to about 2 p.m. on Sunday. There's not much time for meals or hygiene. Not to mention the months of preparation and tireless hours of painstaking work.
Nope, the world does not stop for Sportsfest. I'm realizing now this is a blessing and a curse, as sometimes continuing to live in the hot sun and watch kickball without eating lunch for just one more minute just seems absolutely horrific. But I also know that sometimes, even though you want to stop, you can't. You just have to keep going. (Honestly, I think this reality is someone up there doing us all a very big favor.)
Remember aforementioned dramatic moment when I wanted to stop living life? Sportsfest followed a weekend of RA Selection (about 11 hours of evaluating candidates) and prefaced a week of two stories, a newscast and two tests. As I took on each assignment, I felt myself overextending. I knew there was a moment when I was supposed to say no to something. I didn't.
I've said before that not every day has to be a good day. Some days, you get credit for getting up, putting on real clothes and living that day anyway. And most days, that's what I do. I get up, I put on real big-girl clothes and I live that day anyway. Ok wait, all of my clothes are real clothes. I do not have imaginary clothes. But I do that. I wake up and live. I'm just lucky that most of those days end up being really good. Or I work very hard to make sure they are. And on the days that aren't because you're tired or you want to cry or you really genuinely thought Flag Football and Capture the Flag were the same thing, the world does not stop for Sportsfest… er, the Olympics.
But now I realize that we like it that way.
So at work on Monday after a very busy weekend of spending time with freshmen and running around to make athletic events happen, (game time is forfeit time, and we do not forfeit) I was logging tape.
NBC paid for 1500 hours of Olympic coverage. NBC paid $775 million for the rights to exclusively broadcast the 2014 Winter Olympic Games. 98 events are scheduled, including a dozen new sports events aiming for younger demographics.
But even NBC knows the world doesn't stop for the Olympics. News is made elsewhere. Tapes need to be logged, Atlanta is icing over, trials and hearings occur.
It's true-- and actually a good thing -- that my life could not stop for Sportsfest and it's also good NBC's doesn't stop for the Olympics… because what would I be doing at work if it did?
You heard it here first,
Jordan
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