A guy i used to run with told me that i wasn't really running hard until i started throwing up. More recently i've been told that the mark of a true runner is a person who has gone #2 while running. if this is true, i accept that i'm a mere hobbyist, an amatuer, a dabbler, a person who gives up well before things start erupting, and i may never know the glory of fierce competition.
A yoga teacher was complaining once about how after studying for 8 years to become a certified anusara instructor he was earning the same amount as people who'd taken two weekend classes to be Spin instructors. He sighed and lamented that there is little money to be had in yoga because it is an inherently non-competitive activity.
Competition has always been difficult for me. Growing up i preferred the cozy team atmosphere than direct one-on-one face offs. During a short stint playing tennis tournaments i would find myself trying to build connections and comradrie with the other guy, which is maybe the stupidest thing a person could do in contests where you're supposed mercilessly crusherize your opponent. Batting in baseball was another nightmare one-on-one situation i'd never care to revisit. I admit that the psychological battling makes these competitions fascinating to watch, i'm just grateful that teamwork and collaboration are also prized in modern society because i would probably be dog food by now if we lived in a fight-to-survive community.
Go team!
JK
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