"Instant Recess:" Poetry, research and memory in one inspiring package

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November 27, 2010

When Toni Yancey gave me a copy of Instant Recess, her new book published by UC Press, I diligently began reading, expecting measured and important public health advice, solid research, all carefully relayed in an academic tone.

 I knew to anticipate great ideas from Dr. Yancey, a UCLA public health professor who serves on the advisory board of our program, The California Endowment Health Journalism Fellowships. What I didn't anticipate was a practical book also filled with poetry, musings on race, culture, identity and health and many a personal reminiscence. I found myself sneaking moments to read Instant Recess in the early morning when my kids were asleep and late at night. In the end, I found it to be a revelatory book. Its central idea is so simple that even my elementary school-aged children immediately got it: Adults need recess too. They need to move, even if it's only for 10 minutes at a stretch. And employers and leisure entertainment companies should try to find ways to make it happen to help their own bottom line.

I'm sure that many of you, like me, know that glassy, stiff feeling that comes from three hours sitting in front of your computer, working away while barely moving. We've all seen the toll of this inactivity in the high rate of chronic disease that can begin in middle age or, increasingly, even earlier. But it's hard to fit exercise in, especially the way I want to do it. I never did train for that marathon. I rarely manage these days to lift weights every day followed by a hard jog. It's so easy to cede on exercise once I conclude that the super-fitness I strive for cannot be achieved. Dr. Yancey gives me hope because she encourages us to take it a step at a time. She points to research that shows that mini-breaks for exercise during the day can yield important protective benefits for long term health. And she reminds us of the pure joy of movement that often seems to get left behind along with childhood.

Along the way, Dr. Yancey also offers personal stories of what she found encouraging and, at times, deeply discouraging, as a young African-American girl who loved sports – without many people to encourage her ability or inclination in school. Those personal stories contain many ideas, interspersed with research, that could help school districts, churches and other institutions to rethink the way they approach sports for girls. I asked Dr. Yancey what prompted her to write such an unconventional public health book. She told me that she started out trying to make it accessible to the general public -- not too stuffy. In the process, she recaptured her own voice, because she has been writing poetry for a long time.

As for me, after diving into Dr. Yancey's book, I'm realizing anew the benefits of a ritual from my childhood. My boys and I walk – or run -- to school every day and we've done so since they were in kindergarten. It's a way to chat with the neighbor, pat the dogs we know, check out the flowers and catch up with other kids. Who knew that just 10-15 minutes each way could also help us all live longer? Dr. Yancey can evoke the pure pleasure of it, gently encouraging us to get back on our feet. Here's her poem on the topic, reprinted with permission. 

 

                                     Recapturing Recess

 

    Now I know                                        And if you can recapture

    Y'all can remember                             Even a little of the joy

    The recess bell                                   Of unbridled movement

 

    The wave of exhilaration                      Then just maybe

    The sigh of relief                                 There's hope

    The sheer release                               For the couch potatoes

 

    The transformation                              Those of you

    Of fidgeting                                        Too worn down

     Into linear motion                              Even to fidget

 

     Raise up your hands                           Think you need rest and food

     If you can remember                          But you toss and turn in bed

     All that pent-up energy                        And meals don't really sit well

 

     Exploding                                         These bodies just weren't meant

     Into air and space                             For so much sittin' and standin'

     And wind and sunshine                       And so little recess

 

 

                                                                   T ___ (April 3, 1996)