and how they do it over and over again for months when they figure it out,
and how basketball was basically just a slightly more aerobic version of that same exercise.
Anyway, for the longest time, I just kept sinking free throws.
I hit eighty in a row, my all-time best, but as I kept going, I felt more and more like a two-year-old.
And then for some reason I started to think about hurdlers. Are you okay?”
I’d taken a seat on the corner of his unmade bed. I wasn’t trying to be suggestive or anything; I just got kind of tired when I had to stand a lot.
I’d stood in the living room and then there had been the stairs, and then more standing,
which was quite a lot of standing for me, and I didn’t want to faint or anything.
I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting-wise. “I’m fine,” I said. “Just listening. Hurdlers?”
“Yeah, hurdlers. I don’t know why. I started thinking about them running their hurdle races,
and jumping over these totally arbitrary objects that had been set in their path.
And I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, This would go faster if we just got rid of the hurdles.”
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