I might be alone in this – at the moment. I feel like Luther
nailing his edicts into the door. Yesterday it was revealed that a teenager had
died having taken some amphetamines. Tragic. She is the second person I have heard
about to have died from taking drugs since they were invented in the 1980’s.
Not a bad stat considering the number of fun lovers who partake each week. However
had the teenager not died what fate would have befallen her? She could well
have lived until her nineties or she could have taken up running. Running is
the big killer – in fact any healthy active sport has an unhealthy tendency to kill. The footballer Muamba was dead for 78 minutes, resurrected by some
fantastic medical staff. But there was the Cameroonian footballer five years
ago and, just this weekend, the 25 year old Italian who was not as fortunate as
our lad from Bolton. But it is the marathon that is the heroin injected into
the last available vein and the London marathon is the seedy club full of
hepatitis dripping junkies. A woman died in the London event this weekend. She collapsed
on the final home stretch near the Queen's house. Her tragic death means eleven
have died since the run was invented in the 1980s: eleven good people who have died in full
view of huge crowds and TV cameras. Then there is the
Great North Run – simply slaughter. Four died in the 2005 event alone – the equivalent
of some really bad gear cut with cyanide hitting the streets of Kings Cross.
Seven, in all, have died on that ‘fun’ run.
It is time to ban physical sports.
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