Our bodies, we know, are finite. This is one condition of being human, and whether or not we accept it, we yield to it. Our bodies get sick. Our bodies get injured. Our bodies inevitably meet their biological end.

This is too cold a truth for these dark winter months maybe. But here’s where some light comes in: 

Sport. 

Playing it: Letting our bodies go to the outer edges of what we believe we can do, slipping the leash of our mortality for a few minutes, for a moment. 

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