Aug 9, 2009
How Do I Remember John Hughes?
Ok, so I’m a fan of several of John Hughes’ movies who passed away last week. Vacation, Ferris Bueller, Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, Weird Science. Totally awesome. But as my entire generation probably can attest to, I am closely attached to The Breakfast Club. It’s certainly in my personal top ten movies of all time.
This morning I rode Portland’s Providence BridgePedal, which for me meant an 11 bridge, 38 mile trip and along the way joined with thousands of other riders and walkers (over 14,000 participants in all). I was passing tons of people along the way, climbed hills that I couldn’t two years ago, rode stronger and faster than I’ve ever done in a formal ride, and finished strong. What in the *bike* does this have to do with John Hughes.
I am an athlete.
I’ve not been able to say that before – not without cringing and expecting a lightening bolt to strike me. I certainly am a brain. Ask anyone who knows me and they’ll tell you I can be a basketcase. I’ll gladly accept the title as princess and have the crown to prove it. I’ve even been a criminal – although thankfully never anything that I’ve been caught for. But an athlete – No.
John Hughes made us all OK in The Breakfast Club, regardless of who you were when you saw it. I felt like everyone was talking to me – all except Andrew Clark (Emilio Estevez) who represented all that I wasn’t. He was the anti-me. People like Andrew made me nervous – remember he was the one who taped the guy’s butt together in gym class so I had good reason to be afraid of people like him.
Today as I accepted the title as athlete, I reconciled a 24 yearlong challenge. I can relate to Andrew now, just like I can with Claire, John, Allison, and Brian. I get what it means to push, to be pushed, and even to hate the push at times.
As thousands of people waited for a train which was stopped in its tracks to move, I and a few others grabbed our bikes, ran up some stairs, across a secret pedestrian bridge (bringing my bridgepedal count to 12) ran down the stairs, and back to finish the ride. Fierce stuff.
I wasn’t the fastest, the strongest, the fiercest athlete. I wasn’t too far behind though, and I’ve certainly improved on my own strength, endurance, and overall fitness. And I’m now training for a marathon that happens in two months.
So, I want to remember John Hughes as the guy that made being who I am (and who you are) equal to everybody else and at the same time, giving me something to shoot for.
Does that answer the question?
Don’t You Forget About Me,
…an athlete
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