Nike just did something major with its most recent campaign. Instead of using a well-known athlete like Serena Williams or a super famous hip-hop artist like Chance the Rapper, the sportswear behemoth decided to feature a decidedly different kind of star: Sister Madonna Buder, an 86-year-old nun… Dubbed the Iron Nun… Because she’s training for an Ironman triathlon that she’s been competing in since 1985.
This Sister is an Olympian! I remember an elderly nun with us in the convent, she was in her 70s, who had no difficulty keeping up with our daily schedule. Her efficiency was like clockwork. We wondered where she got her energy from, because by noon we, decades younger than her, were ready to pass out and wanted nothing else but our beds which by the way were off limits except at siesta and bedtime at 10PM. Discipline + training + nutrition + genes, I guess.
I rarely have crying episodes so when I do I remember every detail. It was during a panel interview in the previous year. The interview had been going on several minutes before the donor representative asked me the question: wouldn’t this be a downgrade on your part considering your professional history and experience?
I burst into tears then. A roll of tissue somehow appeared in front of me. I saw that everyone was peering at me, shocked as I was, and at odds about what to do with me.
Through the muddle in my head, I heard somebody asking, concerned: “bakit ka naiyak? Meron ba kaming nabanggit na hindi mo nagustuhan? (why are you crying? Is it something we said?)” Somebody, the manager, replied: “ang dami na nya kasing experience (she has had a lengthy experience, that’s why)”.
The truth was since the start of the interview I had been overwhelmed and conflicted by the fact that I was actually being interviewed by farmers and elementary dropouts who were asking me things beyond their understanding. At the same time, here were the very people I had been hotly defending in my time in donor organizations. I should be the one to understand, shouldn’t I? It seemed the devil had sneaked into the room eager to laugh at me soon as I made that false move. I was reconciling these in my head when the question from the donor staff flew in from my left and landed right on my face. It caught me offguard, loosening my grip on my emotions.
The job was a done deal despite the question, my outburst merely confirming I wasn’t about to run out on them. But still. When I had finally composed myself, my mouth rambled off a nonsensical response which I doubted nobody not even myself could recall.
It was the weirdest thing to have happened to me in all my interviews. Basically it’s advice for what not to do in a job interview.
Game spirit’s really heating up in Rio. Philippines won a silver at, surprise, surprise, weightlifting (such is the trend these days- Filipinos are winning in sports that mainly showcase sheer physical strength and stamina e.g. boxing, martial arts and the like)! What incredible strength in a woman! 200kg! Now I know what masculine strength in a woman looks like. It’s sexy. Reminded me of Jane Fonda’s Barbarella.
Then there’s my other two favorite Olympics sports: gymnastics and synchronized swimming. These have always been dominated by the US, Russia (USSR before), and China. Same today apparently. They must have in them or their training particular algorithms that do not accept nothing less than a win in these categories. I’d like to know. Or, is it already obvious? Ha ha.
And of course soccer. After a tremendous upset of Honduras six to none, Brazil (with Barca’s Neymar and Rafinha no less) will go up against an equally worthy rival, Germany, in the finals! Crossing my fingers then.