nothingness

I managed to tag along to the athletics EliteGames as a VIP. I was listening to one of the runners (I would call him a sprinter…800m is a dash) explaining his training rhythm – once in the morning and again later in the day, six days a week. Running was his only occupation, even if theoretically he was still a student. He also had an army of coaches and medical professionals around him, watching his every move. What a dream – running for your life. How amazing would it be just to concentrate on training instead of trying to squeeze a sneaky run somewhere between school and work?

We didn’t stay and watch the games. Instead I went to see my brother who was refereeing his first 2^nd Division football match. I was very tempted to shout and scream and jump – “excellent whistle!”, “what a great judgement” but instead I was told to be quiet in my seat. I do think that if I had made the slightest sound I would have had to prove I am faster then a 22year old athlete and two football teams. But still, he was the best in the game.

Yesterday I did nothing the whole day. I was left alone to my parents place with nothing to do. I was supposed to benefit from my day off and just relax. After few hours of nothingness, I went for a run – sprint day. I came back, turned on the new, enormous TV (don’t quite see the point of it as the programmes it shows are as bad as in the old one). I rearranged the living room into my private gym. Then stretching. Later a hot shower.

What next? I switched off the TV and switched it on again – Oprah. That should do. Boring. I phoned my bother. Nothing. Back to Oprah. Extremely boring. How do people do nothing?

Maybe if I studied and did sports or worked and did sports?

Oh and a TV…What a waste of money and space.