Le Passion Sportive

I enjoyed myself yesterday. Just spending hours at sports again was enough to kick the adrenaline and passion back. The gym is a vastly different experience from sporting activities. I keep at the former to maintain fitness but I do so because I have willed myself to do so, because of a commitment to keep fit. The latter however, needs no encouragement. Just as when you're spending time with your best friends or reading a good book, time spent in a good (sporting) game really flies by you. Volleyball had me pretty pumped up even though we really weren't very good (even thinking of forming and training a team next year if its in the Games again). Floorball isn't my favourite game to begin with, but just being out there competing, cheering and working as a unit again was exhilarating. Table tennis with Ben was pretty enjoyable enjoy though I was thrashed in the singles and won in the doubles only because it was just us and KCL competing. Hmmm I'm starting to think "LSE squash team 2006/07"!!! (Of course loads of training, coaching and practice required ;p) Only worry is my knee - it wasn't in the best of shape yesterday; and floorball doesn't even come close to squash in terms of impact!
The Games also brought me face to face with such cases of arrogance that I felt utterly disgusted. True that many of those excelling in sports (and of course in other areas) have a right to feel pride at their achievement. They have probably worked hard for them after all. Yet to assume arrogance and an air of condesending superiority towards opponents (especially "amateurish" people who play in the Games for fun) is totally absurd, carries massive hints of an inferiority complex and is an insult to God as well (who else can we utlimately attribute our successes to?).