I’m in Florida today with our swimming and diving teams. They come here for their yearly training trip: ten days of two-a-day practices that leave them too exhausted to do anything besides eat and sleep. I’m here to administer their weight training.
Of course, when you tell people you’re going to Florida for ten days they say things like, “Lucky you,” and “Enjoy your vacation.”
Truthfully, I’d be just as excited to go with them to Antarctica, or down the road with them to Brocton. “With them,” is the whole point. A trip without them wouldn’t be worth going on because these are the people that give my life meaning.
Seth Godin put it well in his book, Tribes:
“It’s four a.m. and I can’t sleep. So I’m sitting in the lobby of a hotel in Jamaica, checking my e-mail.
A couple walks by, obviously on their way to bed, having pushed the idea of vacation a little too hard. The woman looks over to me and, in a harsh whisper a little quieter than a yell, says to her friend, “Isn’t that sad? That guy comes here on vacation and he’s stuck checking his e-mail. He can’t even enjoy his two weeks off.”
I think the real question–the one they probably wouldn’t want to answer–was, “Isn’t it sad that we have a job where we spend two weeks avoiding the stuff we have to do fifty weeks a year?”