Man has been running ever since a pre-historic creature chased him down for his food.
It is the oldest sport known to man. It is also the simplest; no fancy equipment is needed, no skill is required. It is so simple in its nature, and yet is among the most unpopular of sports today.
Why? Because there is no point.
There is no ball, birdie, or other focal point of interest that keeps spectators in constant suspicion. There are no fancy hits, moves or techniques that extract oohs and aahs from the fans. In fact, running hasn’t changed much in the last thousand years. It still involves putting one foot in front of the other.
To society, it is the most boring sport known to man. Yet it is more intense, physically enduring and mentally exhausting than nearly all other sports combined. Running is athleticism in its purest form. It is so painstakingly simple, and that is what makes it so unfathomably untouchable.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m all for team sports. There’s nothing like being on a court or a field with people who share that same edge, that same drive that same urge to win and compete. There’s nothing like the surge of teamwork that catapults the game. It’s nice knowing that it’s all not on you.
There’s always someone else there to help cover your mistakes, but it goes the other way too. Being on a team means you give a little and take a little. You sacrifice; you don’t do what’s best for you, but what’s best for the team. Team sports aren’t for everybody. You have to possess an incredible amount of patience, perseverance, and determination. You have to realize that you’re not always the star. You can’t blame anyone else.
Athletes, especially young ones, tend to choose team sports over more individual ones because they think they’re somehow easier. They have the mindset of, “Well, if I screw up, there’s always somebody else to blame” or “I don’t have to do as much.” Neither of those is anywhere close to being accurate.
Being on a team requires sometimes doing more than you bargained for; more than you’re comfortable doing. But you do it anyway. Because that’s what being on a team is all about.
Scars are better than tats
I’ve often wondered why, when all of my friends are talking about the newest iPod or latest trends in fashion, I don’t care. I honestly don’t have a desire for any of the paraphernalia associated with teenage-hood. Why? Because I have no use for it.
Seriously, I’ve thought this out.
I don’t need tattoos; I have bruises and scars. I don’t need piercings; I poke enough holes in my body. I don’t need jewelry; it would just fall off. I don’t need the latest clothes; I end up taking them off or blowing snot into them. I don’t need the latest video game to keep me fit; I prefer to watch my own body move.
I don’t need the newest cell phone to keep me occupied; give me a watch and a pair of cross-trainers, and I’ll be entertained for hours.