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When it comes to sport I’m not a great supporter, I mean, I turn up to games and wear the T-shirt, but I tend to care more about the moment rather than the team. If my team got beat in the last second by a spectacular goal, I’d get excited because I’d witnessed something amazing. An amazing moment. I think on page 1; paragraph 1 of the supporters rule book cheering against your team is forbidden; you can’t get excited about something unless the the action is done by a man or woman wearing ‘your’ team’s kit. I’ll be honest, I struggled.
I’d say that is also the reason I am so bad at supporting particular political parties. I’d like one then another party would come up with a good idea but the supporters rule book also states that you can’t like that good idea because it came from the ‘wrong’ team. The wrong party.
Amazingly though this post has nothing to do with either football or politics; but all to do with my, now ex, girlfriend. She ran the Vienna Half Marathon today – a rather fantastic achievement!* I wasn’t running today, just supporting. Proper supporting. Even though I had my stall set firmly in favour of my, now ex, girlfriend, I found myself high giving strangers, shouting at struggling runners and clapping in all manner of directions – I was supporting everyone. But that is what is so good about marathons, triathlons or similar, everyone wants everyone to do well.
I’ve previously been involved in mass participation events – as they’re so unromantically called – and despite the physical pain and agony they are amazing. The feeling of being cheered by people you don’t know is something I cherish – and miss. Having never been a supporter at these events before I thought that special feeling was reserved for the participants, but today I was the support act, and it was just as special.
From the music, to the strangers cheering, to the rather large people who are saying ‘fuck you’ to all the doubters, it is a great atmosphere. No one jumped on me for cheering different people and I didn’t feel guilty for enjoying a moment; everyone just supported the moment.
If you asked people who knew me, what they thought of me* I think they’d come back with something like: stoic. Not so emotional is Mindfump, they’d say. I am sure I have been emotional in my life, but it was always without regularity or consistency. Today confirmed though, that my emotional kryptonite appears to be mass participation events. The pride, the support, the effort and the positivity creates a perfect emotional storm. Like a lost stranger in a desert I came across an oasis, I discovered water in my eyes, full to the brim.
My, now ex, girlfriend, you will be pleased to hear, finished the run, and I was very happy to be the supporting act. Finally a supporting role I feel comfortable in. Any more of these oasis* though and I’ll have wanderous* camels fighting off thirsty armadillos to lick my eyeballs.
*Well done my lovely.
*And why wouldn’t you?
*no plural form of oasis, who knew.
*Not a word. Should be a word.
P.S May need to put my laptop in for repair tomorrow, so there is potential for no art work for a few days.