within reach

it takes commitment and training to get ready to watch the winter Olympics.  first of all, i stretch to make sure i don't strain anything when flopping onto the couch.  then there's the arm curls in order to lift the popcorn and hot chocolate repeatedly to my lips.  regular massage ensures i remain uninjured when reaching for the remote control.  all the while, marveling at the capabilities of the human body. 

here we are, some forty-nine days into the resolutions of many.  still working out, still saving, still chipping away at that dream? 

it's a small thing, with a big metaphor, but at school in the hallway, there is a cord that dangles down from the pull-down crawl space door in the ceiling.  the rope hangs just in reach of many of the students.  for twelve years i have watched kids jump to touch this cord (which is beyond frayed).  one day i asked myself, "why is this so fun for them?" 

because they can.  it's like a goal.  if it seems completely impossible, kids are less likely to jump for it.  same with students once it is easily in reach.  it's most fun for the ones who are at the height where they have to jump and know they'll be able to touch it when they do.

this is the sweet spot of world championships, of resolutions, and of goals in general.  too defeating and why try?  too easy, boredom ensues.  something just out of reach?  people are more likely to go for it! 

time for me to get back to vicariously winning gold in my favored winter sport that i wish was in the Olympics:  snow shoeing!


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