I’ll stand in the middle of a room knowing the least and being the worst at something.
There’s no race, or an infinite amount of races. There’s a small game of numbers to achieve in a personal best, a run to run faster, more balls to juggle but none of it matters.
A country isn’t hanging on my next jump.
And because I never was gifted in any specific physical area, I fell into here.
Perhaps there is a sport that doesn’t exist, used to exist or I havnt’t tried that if I did, I’d be the world's best.
Seems interesting, but we all adjust to success at some point.
I’d rather pursue the never ending.
I wonder if I can do that gymnastic move, beat that 5k time and lift that weight, all in the same week. Perhaps I’ll try mix my training in a way that makes illogical sense as an experiment.
Drinking from many containers, staying at many homes but not living in one. Seeing movement as more than just a tool for health.
Viewing it as a form of self expression, more than just a box to tick.
Do I ever imagine theres a crowd? Only a crowd of past and future selves deciding on whether I’m doing this for me or someone else.
“Hey there you are 10 years later…. You’ve changed man”
I hope to always find better ways to train so I can fit more in. Managing fatigue, fighting age, unlocking skills, peaking when required all whilst living in a pain free body. A simple, not easy ask.
My sport is the Generalist Specialist - jack of many trades, master of none.
Add to that the desire to be a student more than a teacher and to celebrate failure as much as success. Because failures are a learning opportunity and success has a short used by date
Human Love,