23. It Isn't a Competition, It Is Love
 
Hello and welcome, I’m Renée Valentina and this is Musing Interruptus. A podcast meant for sharing thoughts, stories, enjoying idiomatic phrases and words in general. You can read along; the transcription is in the description of this episode. The idiomatic expressions are in italics. Try to get the meaning from the context and then look them up to see if you were right. If you like it, share it, but more importantly, continue the conversation. Today, It Isn't a Competition, It Is love.
There is nothing quite like the feeling of reading a message first thing in the morning, a sort of confirmation you are the sender's first thought. I can't seem to make my mind up, is it juvenile or endearing? Either way, someone smiles. Second best thing is Twitter and the bot that writes about love. He, she or it is back. That made me smile. Third best is a funny tweet. In the morning I got two outta three. Not too bad for a Wednesday morning. Thursday morning started with a tweet referencing a video clip of Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges explaining his love of the English language, on account of its latin and germanic roots as well as its movement. That is not a bad way to start Thursday off, not at all. But back to Wednesday.  
Word had gotten round that Sweden would be holding a sex championship. Finally, a team sport I could get behind. Well actually on top of or underneath, maybe on one side. Well, you get the picture. I started thinking about training and would the team need a coach? Which coaches have the best reputation? Is doctor Ruth available? Are there different divisions? And does this sport date back to the observation of royal fornication? Will this be televised? So many questions only Google could answer. 
Alas, it was fake news. And just like that my aspirations of joining in on team sports, going for the gold, or hell, at least a certificate of participation went out the window. I'll never be a football player, nor volleyball player. Kick ball and dodge ball are scary. Squash ruined my knees or was it my shoddy running technique. In any case, as I reach middle age I realize that team sports require the sort of concentration and coordination that my breed simply does not come with. Muts do not train well.
Then again, perhaps I jumped the gun anyway. What makes me think I would even qualify for nationals, let alone get to the finals in Sweden. What if the coach put me on a strict no chocolate no Ikea diet. I don't  know if I could go the distance. My discipline has far too long been focused elsewhere.
This is all a moot point. There is no such championship. I guess, in the end, it isn't a competition, it is love or something like that. And that, whatever that is, will not be evaluated and prized in Sweden. Maybe next year. In the meantime, I recommend you all train. Focus is key, teamwork, communication, and hydration. Train alone and with your team. Go the distance, multiple times, go for the gold. 
Thank you for listening. 
What team sports do you enjoy? What is the best diet? Would you give up chocolate? Should we start a change.org for Sweden? I'm listening. 

The audio was mixed, remastered, equalized and made awesome in general by Chuy Ruiz, my audio engineer.

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