Endurance is one of the most difficult disciplines, but it is to the one who endures that the final victory comes.
Before posting a closer recap from my long weekend trip to Lake Placid, I wanted to share with you a project that I finally managed to put together after all those long winter afternoons in Pennsylvania. A photo reportage from the most important sports event at the Hill School, one of the finest American high schools I am pleased to attend this year, was something I planned even before coming to the United States. I knew this country embraced sport as one of the outright signs of its identity. I knew my school is home to some of the greatest athletes from across the country.
However, I never understood why the competition, racing, beating and loosing brings all those different people together to one place, at the same time. Why is it so important to come and cheer your team or player, to be and to watch.
Lawrenceville Weekend came with the answer, as that day I was looking on the world through the lense of my good old friend Olympus.
It was never about competition, racing, beating and loosing. It was never about the place or time. It was not even about the players. But about their stories. About the ways they’ve gone through to stand that day side by side on the field, pitch, track, in the pool. To stand for what they believed in – the team.
At Hill there is no such thing as a single athlete, though there are individuals within all the teams. Each of them brings strength to all. All of them bring strength to the one. The spectators come not to watch but to experience. They are friends, classmates, teachers, parents and siblings. They are part of the story of an athlete, often its prologue but never the afterword.
They are the emotions and feelings that accompany the athlete during practice. They are the tears unseen in the pool but shining on the podium. They are the embrace before the race and smile on the finishing line. They are the unclentch fists, held up breath, and the eyes wide open.
They are experiening the story that the athlete writes in front of them. And they will cheer for their athlete, who is sourrounded by others of which all have a pair of eyes following their slightest movemet from the tribune.
Only the athlete though will remember what those eyes let go. “It is not about the individual, but about the team. It is about being forgotten.”
Those words from on of the most passionate athletes I know at the Hill School – Annie, will always stay with me as the definition of what the word “team” stands for.
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