The ending of the first week of school, especially heading into a three-day weekend, feels like the completing an especially arduous workout. It's the same high feeling I get after finishing a long paper or article revision. A task that gobbles up time and energy and worry, a job that becomes the overriding focus for a week or more, suddenly gets done! The syllabus is done because it has to be done. The course happens, ready or not. And lo, it's fine! Hurrah!
I'm in the honeymoon moment between completing the syllabus/first week and the first load of real work and grading. Vacation time!
The illusion this moment cast dissipates once I start thinking of next week's workload. Oh, yeah. I have to do this all again next week! New priorities emerge--I'm preaching at my church on the 26th, so I need a sermon!--that form their own stress-times and energy drains. Hopefully these too will result in some sweet if illusionary release.
I use a trick sometimes when I run a long distance (for me "long" means, like, 4 miles): I keep imagining crossing my finish line. How good it will feel to get to stop running! Similarly, How good it will feel to finish this [syllabus, paper, class, etc.].
I suspect the trick only works because the activity itself stimulates or feeds my soul even as it demands psychic and physical energy. If I hated running, actually despised every second of it, then the eventually the ending would lose its motivating power. If class planning or writing provoked nothing but stress, I would (I hope) eventually recognize that the relief doesn't justify all that suffering.
I read once about a taxonomy of different kinds of fun, a typology that circulates in some extreme recreation circles (e.g., ultra-marathons, tough mudder events). Type 1 fun means that you enjoy an activity during and after the activity. Event and memory equally give pleasure. Type 2 fun consists of activities that feel miserable in the moment but acquire a glow of "glad I did that" afterward. The 5Ks I have run (and the 4-miles I run sometimes) feel bad and often require me to do the imagine-the-end trick. But I cheer that I did them and would willingly do them again. Solid type-2 experience.
Type 3 fun--well, I've read different accounts. The link I gave insists that type 3 has no fun at all, in memory or afterward. Yet other sources have suggested that type 3 does qualify as fun, that it doesn't equate to "bad experience."
Perhaps the difference between type 3 fun and "awful" involves regret. We all have experiences that we would never repeat and never even wish on others: a serious injury or illness, the death of a family member or friend, the consequences of a poor decision, or a destructive calamity. I don't think these fall into even a type-3 fun box. We already have boxes like "tragedy" or "disaster" to cover that type of experience.
Yet I can imagine ordeals or seasons of life that, while tough to endure and even painful to remember, nevertheless end up in the realm of "worthwhile" and "not regretful." I mean, something that causes you to say, "I don't want to experience that ever again, but I don't regret doing it that one time."
Truthfully, I struggle to think of something quite like that for me... Grade school, maybe? I hated it. I would hate to be transported into my younger self to re-experience it. But neither would I want that experience excised from my memory.
The learning curve of gaining a skill sometimes feels like a type-3 experience--or several of them in succession. You suck at something, sometimes for a long time, before you gain competence and expertise. The learning often contains very little fun, and the memory of those early attempts makes you wince. In Elden Ring, you die a thousand times before you "git gud"--and then you die 1,000 more times. You make peace with dying, adopting a zenlike attitude that turns type 3 slogs into type 2 journeys with relief (defeating a hard boss, for instance). I stopped playing Elden Ring long before I got good at anything except riding the mount (Torrent) around and enjoying the scenery. I respect my best friend, who burned his way through the type 3/type 2 phases of countless bosses before cheering at his well-earned victory. What I would experience as type-3 or even regretful instances he sees as just another mile on the marathon.
I suspect we all have different boundaries about when an experience works as Type 3 or just regretful.
More tomorrow.