Sunday 10k post graduation

Era of WTF…facism and all the ism..

This weekend was all about graduation. Two commencements on Friday and one of Saturday. As union president of our chapter, I am apart of the platform party for graduation. That means I have to say words, sit on the stage, and look pretty because camera, video, and the hot lights from the stage are on me. Not just me but the platform party. The “party” is the President, Provost, Deans, Board of Trustees, student speakers, and singers.

This year, I believe year three, I brought in extra cowbells. I tried to get the platform party on board with them but that was a no go. The President did agree to buy cowbells for the faculty for graduation. That was a low hanging fruit win. But I was mistaken. The commencement committee said cowbells would not be good for people with hearing issues. So that was nix. He brought them but them returned them.

I had mine. I even rewrote the same speak that I’ve been recycling for the past two years. With all the BS under the king president, I had to address it. I couldn’t be silent. I focused on Joy and what that means.

I’ve been talking about black joy and what that means to me in this time. Joy is important for everyone in this moment. SO I reworked the speech. To my surprise it worked out. Folks got the message. After doing it three times, the second was the best. The last one, I messed up the James Baldwin quote. Hey, I said words to over 3000 folks. I’ll leave it there.

After more than 48 hours of sitting. This girl had to move her body. After 48 hours of being “ on” I needed to be off and not seen.

Sunday was a lovely morning. It was suppose to rain but I was going to get my miles in. The goal was to run a 5k. Of course my garmin did not fully charge the night before so I didn’t have a tracker. I did use Strava. I wasn’t sure what three miles would look like. I ran around the Commons, Esplande, past the museum of Science and went back to North Point in Cambridge.

I ran for a mile. Then I