to be a sportsman?

Recently I am thinking about the posibilities of being a sportsamn. Well...I mean more like a pro in the field of triathlon. Triathlon is an endurance sport that requires long time training and most pro triathletes reach their persoanl best record at the age about 35.

Chris Lieto was a college water polo player at his 25. One day when he watched TV, he viewed the triathon game and thought that it seems an interesting sport; so he started to participate in the game. Well...the first triathlon game I jointed in was in 2009 while I was 28. Mn...it's a little bit too late, but I think I still have some possibilities to obtain some honors and be noticed in the field; just give me some more time and more efficient training. (Right now I do need a coach, especially in improving swimming skills). If I keep on training, getting proper drills, and of course increase the taining loading, two or three years could turn me into a pro triathlete more mature in skills and body energy and endurance.

I spent some time reading blogs written by those pro triathletes in Taiwan and had some ideas about their training life. Mn...to be a pro sportsman means that you will live a very dufferent lifestyle; your body is targeted to win in games and all the time you keep it under survaillance. When you finish the 10 kms progressive run within time limit 45 minutes, your body honestly tells you how you feel--not easy, a little bit tired, tired, exhausted, etc. If you feel exhausted, that might be taced back to the feast, carousing, or insufficient rest last night. Sure, you might have a very very sturdy body that incredibly charming; however it's not used to debauchery but to competitions.

Besides training is really hard work. (See the pic above from Yang MaoYong's "Wretch".) No break even on rainny days.

The most hestitates me is the life span of being a sportsman and his rest life after retiring from races is worried. But if I just stayed in the academic field, it won't be so tough; at least, the brain can work longer comparing to the sports body that requires powerful stregth which declines obviously with age. But another voive emerges from my mind--we only live one time. Just one time! So, does my life worth the splendid one time and one day I can say, "I was beautiful" and have no regret? The sublime is fantastic and glamorous becasue of its transience and the sudden outburst of force beautiful like a flash in the span.

Well...I am pondering over this.