Misunderstood Track and Field ①

I'm not good with track and field. Just watching others run makes me feel breathless. Surely, the way our bodies are built, from our respiratory systems to our muscles, is different. It's certainly beautiful, I suppose, but is it really worth obtaining at the cost of such suffering? I always think, aren't you all just pretending to watch the race while actually admiring their physical beauty? Huh? That's a misunderstanding. And even if you ask if I'm one to talk. Besides, it's unbelievable to just sit in front of the TV and not move on a precious day off. My friends' husbands all help with housework or go out somewhere together, look at this Instagram. Ah, I've been deceived! To prepare lunch, the wife lines up the ingredients she ordered on the cutting board.
"Pasta or pizza, which would you like?"
"Anything is fine, oh, nice, go, go!"

Ah, I've been deceived. They scream while jumping around in the frying pan. Participate in a track meet and soar into the world? I had misunderstood. The screams of the seafood landed on the track were drowned out by the sound of the television.

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