Written by: Amy

Saturday through Saturday: Volunteered as a counselor at a high school Leadership Camp in north-central Wisconsin & focused on activities other than running.

Sunday; nothing.

I spent the last week on an island about the size of 2 city blocks (approximately 6 ½ acres) as a volunteer counselor for a high school leadership camp.  Rather than dizzy myself running around the island, I decided to take in the other activities like canoeing, kayaking, swimming and boating that I cannot enjoy in land-locked DC.  I also spent an afternoon learning a dance routine.  I have no rhythm, but a lot of soul and a very patient teacher (thanks, Erin!).

Jenni, a friend from high school, has told me about the camp she volunteers at for at least five years.  She talked about the transformation she’s seen in the students over the years (it’s designed for campers to return for 3 consecutive years) and adult volunteer leaders.  She talked about the inspiring speakers, the energizing atmosphere and the space necessary for reflecting.  Jenni always ended with, “There’s just no other place like it.”

“You should volunteer next year.”

I finally took her up on the offer & have already marked my calendar for next year.

There’s something special about the people and place that make liquid sunshine out of the challenges faced.   I found myself watching as the magic of letting go, living simply and having fun took over the shy and self-conscious teenagers, as well as the “grown ups.”

My “mileage” for the week is zero, but the distance I traveled isn’t easily counted in miles.

Jenni – Since JV basketball with Mr. T, you’ve always taken me under your wing & encouraged me to give everything my best shot.  Although, I didn’t live up to my full potential as PAM at LTC, I reconnected with myself in a way that wouldn’t have been possible anywhere else.  Thank you for welcoming me to such a special place to you, including your home. Love, Amy

Written by: Amy

Amy’s runs: Sunday, rest; Monday, 3 miles on streets of Reedsburg, Wisconsin; Tuesday, 3.5 miles on a treadmill in DC; Wednesday, 4 mile run around the White House

When I laced up my running shoes today (Wednesday), I decided that I needed time to think.  My head was spinning: ideas for work, articles I want to write, places to travel, follow-up and contacts to make, and scheduling time to reconnect with friends who feel a million miles away (although I’ve only been gone 2 weeks).   And in there somewhere, I need to make sure my head is on straight or the rest is pointless.  I’ve been encouraged by a friend to spend a few minutes every day thinking only about what’s right in front of me.  I interpreted that as “nothing.”

It’s true, during my run, I thought about things.  I thought about how warm and overdressed I was.  I thought about how happy I was to be outside.  I gently focused back on my breath and stride.  I thought about an email I needed to send.  I saw the Tibetan group practicing their right to freedom of speech, beneath the Chinese flags hung at the White House in honor of Hu Jintao’s visit to DC.  As you can imagine, thoughts entered my head about that for sure.  I thought about last night’s treadmill run where my friend kept asking, “Are you going to blog about this?”  I laughed, enjoyed the memory and gently focused back on my breath.  I thought about how much it smelled like bad cologne around Farragut North.  I thought about breathing.  Is it in and out through the nose or in through the nose & out through the mouth or in and out of the mouth?  Hum. Try not to think, I reminded myself.  As I was about 3/4 of the way through my run, I thought about how my inner monologue would probably be rated a D- Seinfeld episode.  If Seinfeld is the show described as being about nothing, and it’s actually about everything (from “The Little Jerry” – the rooster one – to “Man Hands” and “Serenity Now”) … why waste time thinking about nothing?

When actually, not until writing this, did I realize I missed the whole point of my friend’s recommendation.  To think of just what is before you is much different than thinking about nothing.  So, in trying to think about nothing, I missed the something.  I’m glad I have about 950 miles to go to practice.