Sitting there tonight eating a burger and reading a book (about the TDF 2004) and finding myself getting caught up in the human element, getting choked up by both the highs and lows and wondering if anyone near by noticed the welling of tears in my eyes as I allowed myself to get drawn into the 'wonder' of how the human body can be driven to such extremes by desires, some base some inspiring but in each case often unshackling abilities and reserves as yet untapped, unexplored.
It is not uncommon for me to sit there and blub when I watch or read of events both triumph and tragedy. They dont have to be on the big stage, watching a plodder achieve a life long dream of just completing something beyond imagination at one point in their lives, maybe falling into the arms of a loved one at the point of exhaustion across the line or maybe standing in private contemplation of 'passage' into a new phase of life - no less motivating or inspiring than Armstrong obliterating the opposition on Alpe D'Huez in a display of primal ability that defies human limits.
Sport is filled with heroes and villains but all with a story that when observed with an open heart and mind can touch something deep inside .... I think that is great
Long may the 'Well of Tears' be filled
George
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