As summer came to a close this year, I found myself sitting on a blanket at our local college’s faculty and staff annual picnic. It’s a normal sort of picnic, with normal sort of picnic food and normal sort of picnic entertainment. Live music made up of a faculty band playing rock music from the 60’s and 70s. Inflatables. A playground. Screaming children.
And then up walked the college president.
“Elizabeth,” he said. “I haven’t seen you lately.”
Okay, so yes, we live in a small town, and my husband works at a small college, and I go to church with the college president. So it didn’t surprise me that he knew my name. That’s what community is. This is what I tell myself every day.
No, it was my name followed by the I-haven’t-seen-you-lately that is the occasion of this post. (I do realize that I’m operating a few weeks behind these days.)
This is what he meant: I haven’t seen you lately at the gym.
Ah yes, friends. When I go to the gym at 6 in the morning, there is one other person already on the treadmill, cranking out the calories. One other person. And he happens to be the president.
And yes, friends, he notices when I don’t go.
That’s accountability, right?
It’s a good thing, right?
That’s what I keep telling myself…at 6 o’clock in the morning.