Originally Posted by comprex
I find that the lure of the sport is far, far bigger than any disgust.
my girlfriend gets this channel that only comes in once in awhile; sports-related stuff but, thank goodness, no baseball, basketball, football, etc.
have caught some track and field and, YAY, the deutschland tour and, last week, a crit. in pennsylvania. she (entirely non-athletic) could not figure out why i was so mesmerized by watching the peleton grind away or guys blasting lap after lap through city streets. i suppose she found the unchanging repetition (her perspective) deadly boring.
but she is genuinely curious (and picks things up quickly) and was interested when i tried to explain to her the team aspect, and how a particular rider is deemed to be the team leader, how a team will work for him, etc.
she's less impressed by the speeds they maintain for the distances they cover, and a cat. 1 climb means nothing to her, really, other than pointless suffering. of course, she can't relate.
but i love it. it kicks me in the ass. it reminds me i can do more, that recovery, if i'm suffering, is waiting down the road, just..get...there.
i want(ed) to believe in floyd, too, and i'll still replay that OTHER stage 17, though, yeah, now i view it a little differently, with a question rather than exclamation mark; and besides, even with the cheaters there are the non-cheaters. within the mess, there is still an untouchable element of purity. it's inspiring.
somewhat along those lines, a recently found object:http://www.bcsportsbeat.ca/More/olym..._story_719.htm