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  • Annie Dear: Pondering the geriatric games wears me out

  • I never was one for track and field while I was in school. Throw me in a swimming pool, and that was a different matter. Even if you sweat in a pool, it doesn’t feel like it.  I don’t like to sweat, hence, I don’t like summer, and I don’t like to run.

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  • I never was one for track and field while I was in school. Throw me in a swimming pool, and that was a different matter. Even if you sweat in a pool, it doesn’t feel like it.  I don’t like to sweat, hence, I don’t like summer, and I don’t like to run.
    My youngest brother, five years my senior which I will thenceforth remind him of constantly as he’s gloatingly in turn reminded me that I’m about to enter my 7th decade, is a runner. He thinks nothing of donning his shorts and sneakers and going out for a five or ten mile run just to brush the cobwebs away.  I have news for you bro, hire the exterminator, and there will be no cobwebs at all.
    I have to admire my brother – he’s so fit you could positively hurl.  In looks he is the cross between Mitt Romney and Superman – Christopher Reeves model – and even though he is halfway through his own 7th decade (take that, E), he looks fantastic.
    I’m sure he would have not only thoroughly loved this past weekend, he would’ve thrown in his lot and competed – in the “USA Track and Field Masters Championship” held at the Olathe District Activity Center.
    My darling Sir is a Sports Page devotee, and often regales me with news from that arena – usually it revolves around an indecently played pro athlete who has done the dirty on or to someone and will be facing a judge the following Monday.
    But this weekend was different. There in the paper were the preliminary results of the aforementioned contests.
    Broken into age groups, there were some common races throughout. The 2,000 meter steeplechase was there for all the men and women, bar those men in the 90-94 year group, and the women over 75.
    Hello? A 2,000 meter steeplechase?  I can just manage struggling up my stairs which quite frankly is steeplechase enough for me.  I mean, making the coffee exhausts me.
    I believe the youngest entrants were in their 30s, the oldest men in their 90s, and the oldest women in their 80s.
    Here we had people, born in 1920s who were competing in javelin throwing, pole vaulting, long jumping, hammer throwing, discus and hurdles. Hurdles, for heaven sake. The mind positively curdles at the thought. Do you remember how high hurdles were in school?
    Readers, have you noticed how increasingly difficult it is to get into your underwear in the morning?  And these nonagenarians are leaping over multiple barriers for the sheer joy of it.
    Not a mention of the Depends 100 Meter Dash, or the Walker Marathon at all. I wish I’d known this event was on, because I would have loved to have witnessed it.
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    Annie Dear lives in Lee’s Summit. Email her at anniedearkc @hotmail.com.
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