Killing a Fly with a Ukulele: Olympic Sports that Baffle Me

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02 September 2008

Olympic Sports that Baffle Me - Marathon and 50km Walk

How can anyone run 42.195 kilometres while all the time they are pelting along much faster than I could ride a bike?

How can anyone do that funny wiggly walk for 50 kilometres and not burst out laughing at the sight of the butt of the guy in front?

How can anyone voluntarily enter an event in which it's perfectly normal for competitors to stagger, vomit and collapse as they near the finish line?

It baffles me.

5 comments:

Allegro ma non troppo said...: Those are excellent questions!

I have another one:

How does anyone express surprise when a footballer (gasp) INJURES himself?; 02 September, 2008 21:42
Lynda said...: Okay - cracking up at the butt in front of you. Good observation!; 02 September, 2008 23:42
Jen said...: that is quite baffling. I would totally be laughing at the butts in front of me but then again, I am not a good athlete.; 03 September, 2008 00:13
Adelaine said...: The Coach ran cross country and track when he was in high school and would frequently up-chuck after his events....I just don't get it. I have to be near death to puke...; 03 September, 2008 10:25
Heather said...: They do something else, those marathoners, besides the barfing and collapsing. I've heard it referred to as "gravy legs" and it is definitely something that gives me a permanent reason to never, ever become a marathoner. (The fact that I'm so utterly out of shape that I can barely run from here to the corner notwithstanding, of course...); 07 September, 2008 04:10

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02 September 2008

Olympic Sports that Baffle Me - Marathon and 50km Walk

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