Remember recess? That amazing time for running, flipping, chasing, screaming, climbing, and hopping around outdoors?
When I was really young, recess was pretty much all the time (when I wasn’t eating or sleeping). When I started kindergarten, two times a day were allotted for recess. In third grade, we hit another age benchmark and recess became a mere 20-30 minute break that prevented us children from tearing our teachers to bits with all of our whirling swirling energy.
When I started life as a working woman, I was horrified to see that recess was completely absent from the daily schedule (true and sad!). When am I supposed to run around like a maniac enjoying the outdoors and releasing my bottled up energy, ultimately preserving my sanity and my friendships?
But wait! I’m an adult! I can do what I want! (sorta) So I’ve instituted my own recess time. In fact, I often revert back to pre-third-grade abundance and schedule in multiple daily recesses.
I’m a 32 year old competitive runner, living/working/running in the Seattle area.
I support recess for all ages!