An Olympics of Extraordinary Magnitude, Part 5
Olympic sports can be divided into two categories: ones which I could not conceive of doing myself (gymnastics, platform diving, etc.), and ones which are more relatable, even though I know I’d never have the skill (archery, rowing, cycling, etc.). Running is of the latter variety, insofar as I know what it is to run, and even race against another person. The difference, naturally, lies in the level of talent. I cannot run a hundred meters in ten seconds. That is simply incredible. Olympic track events are, to me, the essence of athleticism. The footrace is sport in its purest form. And since I know what it feels like to run, and since I know I couldn’t run a 26 mile marathon in two days–much less two hours–I am in awe of these athletes.
I don't like going places, doing things or seeing people.