
This little guy greeted us as we got to the Waterhouse Center, clearly signaling that “Here There Be Dragons”
I was apprehensive about the course , as I’m sure you all realized. I didn’t expect that it would turn out to be such a negative experience for me.
We did a total of 5 main challenges.
There was the balancing bridge, the lava maze, the bone crusher, the spider web, the cube, and the tonpoco river.
The purpose was for us to function in teams to complete the tasks. We were able to complete most everything. We learned about leadership conflict, effective leadership, and i picked up some feedback in regards to styles of leadership
i learned that there is real truth in this statement
The most effective way to do it, is to do it. Amelia Earhart.
The first challenge was the bridge, led by a girl who drove me nuts the entire day. The bridge challange is a balancing bridge that you need to get everyone on and keep balanced, if it tilts, you start over. We had to get 23 people on. The girl who drove me nuts was given leadership because she had done this before, something she reminded everyone of all day in a “This one time at band camp” sort of way. She was a stabalizer and spent 45 minutes listening to what everyone wanted to do and debating, without trying things out. It was pretty pointless.
To be honest, I also resented her enthusiasm. The class sessions leading up to this she had extolled the virtues of this and “how much fun it would be”. So it hung over my head that “She thinks this is fun, i just want to get this done and get out of the damn woods.”
This is the bonecrusher the point is that you have to move over the spool there, without touching the sides of it. It meant that we literally boosted people over, had them climbing on each other and pulled them over. The last guy? Had to jump and be pulled over by his arms only. I was very concious about standing on someone’s back and having to be lifted up to the spool. Of course I also helped lift people. Which meant an invasion of personal space. I said the tag line of the class should be “Touching Butt in the Woods of Monroe”
It didnt get better from there. After lunch we did the cube, where you have a six sided cube each side a different color. You have to go in one side and out the other without touching the cube. So we all lined up according to size, the 6 who “couldn’t be lifted” and then 6 who could be. Guess which one I was?
One of my classmates, we’ll call him Sarcastic Jack, was good about it. He stepped up said “I’m one of the biggest guys here so I need accomodation, and so will some of you others so please step up.” But he also brought more to the game. In the cube challenge since we had to lift people in and out of the cube, he was a major player. For one move he literally tossed people over his shoulder, put them in the cube and they stepped out.

The Tanpoco river was the worst.
See that platform? That can only be reached by swinging on a rope across the “river”. You can stand on the platform or on a hula hoop island. You can not move from the hula hoop island to the platform, nor from the platform to the island. So how diid the girls get in the hula hoops? Those guys standing at the front , Sarcastic Jack and the Marine caught people and put them into the hoops.
I ended up on the platform, with 15 other people, with the girls in the back holding me up as we got more crowded. How did i get over to the platform? By swinging across the rope playground style. The first time i ended up flat on my ass on the ground in front of the platform. Nothing hurt, just my ego.

In the end most of the day was a challange for Sarcastic Jack as he lifted and carried people here and there. He joked at the end that he had lifted 20 girls over the threshold and didnt even get a handshake. It was his motivation that got us through it. Was he motivated by the fun? Nope. He also wanted to get this done in the most effecient manner to get us out of the damn woods.
The worst part?
I left with my body image in shreds. Literally I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. My body image is pretty good. I am aware of my weight and size, and am happy. I have a fairly active life, i dont eat baby flavored donuts, and maintain a pretty balanced diet. To spend the day in a “team building” excerise where I was assessed for my physical attributes and the challanges they bring to the team was devastating. In a work group or class team my weight should have no impact to my classmates. (Beyond the occasional asshole who has a bias against fat people) In this though, my size, and the body that I’m comfortable with were a drawback and emberassing. I wasnt the only one either. The day was mean to teach me to engage and bond, instead I am struggling not to question my attributes.
Body image can be a fragile thing, and to have this team building exercise hinge on physical prowess was hard on me. I’m not about to go jump on a gym membership or the latest diet. (though I must admit my condition of omg so fat must go to the gym for the next 45 hours did hit me)
Instead my hurt has channeled into a feeling of betrayal at the course. Last night I drowned my feelings with a hard cider and a hot bath, this morning I’m feeling better, but am still very thoughtful aboout the event.