I didn’t date any cheerleaders while I was in high-school. Nor did I date any in college. Or did I?
In the traditional sense, no, I did not date any official cheerleaders …the popular girls with the pleated skirts, pretty faces, and tight fitting sweaters didn’t exactly know who I was. Not their fault, mind you. It would have been tough for them to get to know me when I hid my face in my locker when they passed by in the hallway, or when I walked by a group of them and pretended not to see them and failed to say ‘hi’, and when one of these cheerleaders did say ‘hi’, to mumble back a one-word (or less) salutation of some sort. I’m sure many formerly awkward teenagers blame the cheerleader …it’s an easy out.
I didn’t date a cheerleader, but I married one. And I’ve made friends with many, many cheerleaders.
Yesterday I wrote something randomly criticizing myself for being lazy and procrastinating and lo and behold, some of my cheerleaders responded with passion and wisdom. It was amazing. So amazing in fact that I didn’t just “think about” going for a run yesterday evening, I actually “went for a run.” Two miles. It’s been a while because of that whole bloody-lung thing that happened last year right about this time. But recently my doctor said, “that iron taste in your mouth after you cough and feel like your lung shredded? Yup …just cough through it. You’ll be fine.” So, I’m either going to prove him right or prove him wrong. But, by golly, with my cheerleaders on the sidelines, I’m going to get back in shape.
Oh, yes …that thing I said about “marrying a cheerleader” earlier. It’s true. Nobody supports my crazy ideas, my poor-me’s, and my hobbies better than my wife. And I’m assuming you have similar cheerleaders in your life. But the better question …are you a cheerleader for someone?
We live in a cyber world where most of the comments under news articles, blog entries, and videos are full of hatred and anger. But when you see nice comments and get nice comments, it can change your entire outlook. So in addition to the exercise and the writing, and “getting in the game” as Katie V.T. put it, I’m going to be nicer to people. If I see a Facebook status message that interests me even slightly, or looks like someone might be down in the dumps, I’m going to write something quick. And sometimes what I write won’t be about my blogs. Ahem …I mean it.
I like my cheerleaders. I want to be a cheerleader (especially because I’d be pretty awesome walking around with an oversized megaphone).
Also ‘thanks’ to new reader Joe B. who tipped me off to this guy John Jay (or is it Ken Robinson) and his book “The Element.” I’ve loaded it onto my iPad (along with Tim Ferriss‘s 4-Hour Body). I’m going to read these things and be even more awesomer.
Thanks for reading. Enjoy this quick video.





