I went running the other day. Not that I wanted to. I don't hate running anymore. I used to. Running was just so...not what anyone could want to be doing. But now it's mostly just a method to be somewhere in a faster way than usual.
But I was actually running in a great big circle. Surrounded by 700+ children; also running. My honor had been challenged by a small contagion of 4th graders, you see. And that just doesn't fly down in Toda-town.
So, yes, I ran. With the running. And it was fine. I kinda wished we had more of a warm-up and any of a cool-down. (Stretch on my own time...I know, I know.) Coupled with my 30 minute bicycle-shaped commute, the three minutes of running got the blood pumping. Right on up into my face.
This is a big, giant deal in Japan. Apparently red-facedness only happens when you are:
A. Well and Truly Drunk
B. Very Nearly Dying
So knowing that I had shown up to work sober, the students were more than a titch concerned. Almost endearing. Slightly annoying. (Though they may have thought I snuck a fifth while changing in the locker room.)
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