Life in Perspective

It's not often you experience something that can be defined as 'life-changing' 
For me, the only occasions that really fall into that category are my mum walking out, and then the night I kissed Philippa. 
Apart from that, most of my time on this planet has been a boring, angst-ridden repetitive slog. 
And then I spent two days at the Paralympics. 
Due to a ticketing mix-up (which I admit was mostly my fault) we had to change our plans slightly. I thought we were going to be in the athletics stadium for the morning session on Tuesday, but it turned out our tickets were for the evening. So we had to make a choice between sticking with the train home we’d booked and missing out on the session, or hanging around for the evening and getting home at 4am. 
My God, did we make the right decision. 
We were in the stadium Tuesday night when David Weir won gold in the 1500metres. What an atmosphere. I've never experienced anything like it, and I very much doubt I ever will again. 
As we walked out of the stadium I said to Philippa "I bet your sore ankle doesn't feel so bad now" and she said "Yeah, and I bet you never moan about piles after cycling again" 
And this, after already being treated to a night of wheelchair basketball on Monday. 
48 hours on and I still don’t know how to begin to put it into words.
At work last Friday I was moaning about a sore back and hot feet. 
Today I just shut my mouth and got on with it. 

RC 6-9-12