Torture

I don’t understand how a normal human being would go out to a football field and run three laps then endure 45 minutes of agony in the name of practice. Honestly, who in their right mind goes out looking for pain? To add insult to injury, the person going for this kind of torture calls it a hobby. What kind of hobby promises more pain than it does pleasure, and what kind of sick people go out to participate in such a ‘hobby’?

Well, I am one of the people who participate in this seemingly senseless madness. I know there will be pain involved but somehow the joy of playing dulls the pain, at least when I am still on the football field and my muscles are warmed up. After a nice shower and a light supper, I drink several glasses of water and wonder if it was all worth it. The pain comes, especially on the feet and knees and the thighs begin to resist movement. Leaving the bed becomes a matter for discussion with the brain and though the brain has lots of convincing ability, the tired muscles normally win and another evening is spent in bed reading or watching a movie.

There are some who do this professionally, and they would rather do this than anything else in the world. Whereas some do it to put food on the table, others do it for the passion in them to find release. We all have different motives but we share the same sport. Life also has its players and each of us has our own motives for doing the things we do. What is your motive for doing what you do?