<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Sports on Setu's (micro)blog</title><link>https://micro.setu.me/tags/sports/</link><description>Recent content in Sports on Setu's (micro)blog</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 28 Jul 2024 17:22:47 -0700</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://micro.setu.me/tags/sports/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Paris 2024 Olympics Opening Ceremony was Spectacular</title><link>https://micro.setu.me/posts/paris-2024-olympics-opening-ceremony-spectacular/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jul 2024 17:22:47 -0700</pubDate><guid>https://micro.setu.me/posts/paris-2024-olympics-opening-ceremony-spectacular/</guid><description>&lt;p>This past Friday, I watched the Paris 2024 Olympics Opening Ceremony as the flotillas of contingents sailed down the Seine to a backdrop of sunset, performers danced on bridges, the hooded man run past the Louvre and atop roofs, the Olympic torch traversed the lengths of Paris, decorated French sportspeople lit up the Olympic cauldron which flew up into a hot air balloon, and Celine Dion sang in front of a sparkling Eiffel Tower. The ceremony featured sportspeople who are at the top of their sport, being celebrated and cheered on by their counterparts and countrymen but also the rest of the world. It had couture, music, drama, drag, amd dance. It was exuberant with emotion from one and all: The athletes, the performers and spectators alike.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>Embracing the Discomfort: Skiiing Edition</title><link>https://micro.setu.me/posts/embracing-the-discomfort-skiiing-edition/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 May 2024 16:58:19 -0700</pubDate><guid>https://micro.setu.me/posts/embracing-the-discomfort-skiiing-edition/</guid><description>&lt;p>In February 2021, a friend took us skiing for the first time. In the excitement of the opportunity, I severely under-estimated the difficulty of skiing, especially for someone who had never skated before (on land or ice). We went straight to the lift, up the mountain, and down the slope. And I fell. A lot. But that was also the day I decided I wanted to learn to ski and that I would be back. Someday.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>Eliud Kipchoge's Profile in the Irish Examiner</title><link>https://micro.setu.me/posts/eliud-kipchoge-profile-irish-examiner/</link><pubDate>Sat, 13 Nov 2021 00:18:09 -0800</pubDate><guid>https://micro.setu.me/posts/eliud-kipchoge-profile-irish-examiner/</guid><description>&lt;p>I first learnt about marathons when I went to watch the inaugural Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon in 2004 with dad. I took the Mumbai local to Churchgate early that morning and walked to the finish line near CST to watch atheles cross the finish line.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I was mind-blown when I saw the route in the Times of India the day before. It took the runners through some of my favorite parts of Bombay: the Bandra-Worli Sea Link, the Worli Seaface, the Queen&amp;rsquo;s necklace. The 10-year-old me could barely understand what the race was or the distance meant, but I could feel that it was a lot. &amp;ldquo;They run all the way to Bandra from Churchgate? The one I would only travel by train? &lt;strong>And&lt;/strong> back?! How? People could &lt;em>run&lt;/em> that distance across Bombay?&amp;rdquo; I wondered then. I still do.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>