West Penn Track Club recently held its annual election for its board of directors. Of the 130+ members in the club, ~35 returned their paper ballots (I’ll have a better count after the next board meeting). There were eight nominees for seven positions. I lost. I’ll soon no longer be the chair of the membership committee. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.
Wait. No it wasn’t. It was a royal pain in my tuchus. Board meetings that an efficient board could have finished in less than an hour took three, mostly due to a certain board member’s tantrums. I mean, it’s not like we solved the world’s problems at those monthly exercises in masochism. I was the latest in a long line of new board members to be continually butting heads with the godfather of the club, a cantankerous and bitter old coot who shuns computers and mocks others’ ideas before presenting them as his own. I had no serious problems with anyone else on the board and got along quite well with most of them. I feel bad for those forced to endure another year of immature pettiness and pissing contests.
Assume the next chair of the development committee wants me to, I’ll continue as webmaster for the club. I’ll also likely help the membership club as needed. I might even end up replacing the editor of the newsletter who’s stepping down after this year. Who knows? In the meantime, I can look forward to one less headache in my life.
Appearances of sour grapes aside, though I think I could have made good contributions in 2008, it’s probably for the best that I wasn’t elected. Grad school has recently gotten really busy (in good ways) and my free time has shrunk. Also, club activities and politics have been stressful for my helpful and understanding wife. I’ll now have more time for working on my PhD, running (which I haven’t done much of lately), and relaxing with my wife. An additional bonus is that I’ll have more Sundays open for hashing. 🙂