I am sitting in the balcony of The Real McCoy, the English pub in Cusco overlooking the Plaza de Armas on a sunny friday afternoon and gazing at the Andes, which I need to leave behind soon. Just one more day surrounded by the green mountains that I have gotten so used to being next to me, comforting me. I so dont want to go back to London or my life in the city – but then, I can’t run away from reality forever is it?
The only good thing is that I am going back to A, after a month. This time apart has made me realise a bit more of what he means to me. I think I will appreciate him being in my life more than I have before. A, you are worth it 🙂
I just finished reading Cav’s Boy Racer. I have read some books by sports personalities and I think I like this one the best. As I read the book, it was difficult to not fall in love with this guy (even though he is sometimes too much cheese for my liking) and cycling. No wonder when I told A I was starting to read this book, he said, “Enjoy the boy racer… but not too much else you’ll dump me :D”!
Many of my girlfriends have wondered about my love for sports. Inevitably for someone born in India, I grew up watching cricket. My school friends used to wince everytime Sachin scored well. I would talk about the game and all the stats all day in school and they had no choice but to listen. But then they also got chocolates every April 24 – so they shouldn’t complain 😉 As I grew up, I also started watching / following tennis, Formula 1 and now football and cycling.
My love for sports and sportsmen, I think comes from my belief that unlike most other professions, this is one in which even if you are born with abundant talent and a silver spoon, it requires a lot and lot of consistent hardwork and training to be at the top. I identify myself with the hardworkers in everything I have achieved (unlike the smart ones) and hence appreciate and fall for the Tendulkar, Sampras, Schumacher, Messi and the Cavendish of the world. I like their passion (Cav talks a lot about this in his book) and hence can appreciate any sport in which I see the sportsmen giving their 100% game after game, year after year and only getting better.
After reading this book, I am interested in getting to know more about George Hincapie – Cav calls him the second nicest person in the world (next to GH’s brother!) and he is well known for riding some 14 tours! Unless one actually follows cycling, one doesn’t realise that this is such a big team sport. That coveted yellow jersey is (unfortunately) worn by one rider, but that requires the whole team to selflessly work for that one leader. I used to love that HTC train (unfortunately, the team that was performing so well couldnt find new sponsors at the end of last year and had to be dissolved) and Cav again talks about his team mates a lot in his book, who work all through the race for him, pull him through the mounatins, so that he can weave his magic sprint in the last 200-250m to capture all the glory. I think I was so lucky to watch his magic in the final stage of Tour of Britain in London – thanks to A, I watched it from a super spot just as he whizzed past the finish line with his hands held up – and we also got his autograph in the erstwhile HTC jersey 🙂
Obviously he has achieved a lot more since this book – including the green jersey and world championship and hopefully a (gold) medal in the Olympics road race 2012 – and I hope I get to read about that in a sequel to the Boy Racer.