From water’s edges to shorelines across the globe, sports enthusiasts are connecting and participating in one of the greatest shows on earth. Against all the odds, across this bitter earth, we can if only for a split second, connect.
THIS BITTER EARTH I am here to see you run. I have toiled all day but now I need to see you run. Across the waters, my friend, but their foe, waits to see you swim. That split second we both await the moment, your concentration – our anticipation. The noise of the starter gun cracks above the gunfire in the street below me. This is our gun, a gun that connects us. You will not separate us. Dwellers of this earth, join through great speed of a sword amongst heroic fencers. Take on the purest form, swing from metal rings and land at our side. Stride out on that track, steer with all your might that horse. This is theirs, mine and your baton. Crash amongst the waves that batter your canoe, hold aloft that weight that binds me to you. Endurance of foot to pedal, your leap into the sand – ours into the unknown. The boxers, eyeball to eyeball, under water dancers, their breath as one. Make a leap of faith into the blue abyss below, tumbling at speeds whilst javelin enters soil. Discus take flight as they fight with hammer. Grab hold of your pride all countries and witness the hurdler before you. Watch, unite, prepare and overcome. Cross the finishing line of this bitter earth if you dare.
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