Let's get physical!

The doors open at 6. The line is long. Hundreds of teens. Outfits of all designs, fits, and hair dos.

It must be physicals time.

That time of year that some kids dred. That time of year some kids love.

It means one thing. Yes, summer. But, a summer spent conditioning for fall sports.

It's quite an undertaking to make it run like an well oil-machined to get everyone through in as fast as time as possible.

Girls curve their own way through halls and classrooms. Boys curve their own way through gyms.

It's a community spirit. Doctors volunteer their time. Nurses volunteer their time. Both high schools and middle schools are serviced. Coaches volunteer their time. Ledo's donates food.

What was my assignment?

Weight.

Let's be real. Out of all the aspects of a physical: height, blood pressure, reflexes, ear/throat...I have to be the weight person?

I have to tell adolescent girls to step on the scale and read whisper the number aloud so that it can be recorded?

So, there I was sounding like D from Cville with some mighty corny jokes at the weight scale.

I will say this. In this day of time, when such an issue is made of girls and self esteem.

I was pretty impressed by the confidence that most girls exhibited. I loved saying 'that's perfect' or other affirmations to them as they stepped off.

Who likes to know how much they weigh?

At that age, I didn't. Heck, I NEVER got my physical at the high school. Eek.  Who am I kidding? I really don't want to know my weight NOW.

While we should not be defined by a number, health is something we should promote and seek.

What a seesaw? Especially for high school girls?

What a seesaw for most women? Why?

There are many reasons to answer that why...all different for each one of us.

Yet at the end of the day, the key is that we acknowledge and act on the answer.

Moral of the Story: I had to. Random highlight: I think I saw 400 feet this evening. I made me want to sanitize my feet.