Ever so often I get a glimpse of the person I could be. Sometimes it’s inspiring many times however it’s frightening.
One such moment in time: this morning, getting an email from my father informing me that the men’s 100 metre IAAF World Championships were on. Very few people who know me know this about me. I *love* to watch men’s 100m races for the Olympics and World Championship games. That’s two races every four years and believe me that’s more than enough.
This race that now lasts less than 11 second makes me:
- jump up and down
- get on my knees
- make phone calls and send emails
- look for and post pictures and videos
- it’s a breeding ground/microcosm of capitalism where only the biggest and the best are victorious which translates to the well-funded being glorified; and no matter what anyone says these things seep into our psyches rarely with the translation
- taking up breeding from another angle: is there really any reason for people i.e. athletes to put themselves that sort of rigourous training? How is that training in anyway useful for their bodies? Something is wrong with this as entertainment value. And it in no way helps with our shortcomings re: healthy body image
- it’s potential for addiction is far too great
- I expend far too much emotion on it, that which truly does not matter. My energy, my thoughts, my emotion can be put to far better use