Memories of track and field

I remember observing track and field in high school. I now have a better appreciation for this activity.
One of my closest friends participated and actively pursued this sport in high school. Although he found his true calling in martial arts, later on in his life, he practiced and executed his technique in many of the activities e.g., the shot put, the  javelin, and the discus throws. Although quite frankly he lacked the pure size of the other athletes from other schools, he dutifully executed his footwork and technique. As I stated, and unbeknownst to all of us, these techniques were extremely useful in his martial arts, later on in his life.

I could never match the power of various moves and strength he has. I learned quickly that I had to take two blows in order to deliver one. I was always hoping and relying on that one strike. I made many friends, who taught me many lessons on many different systems and techniques. Over the years, I suffered a broken nose, a broken wrist, and broke many of my toes. That notwithstanding, I enjoyed it very much, absolutely no regrets.

I now watch the Olympics and marvel over the athletics. These athletic competitions represent to me sport in the purest sense dating back hundreds to thousands of years. I can only watch and appreciate the performances.

One for the road, "she searched in wild wonder at the joy she had found, the head nurse spoke up and said, leave this one alone, she could tell right away, that I was…"

Jimmy