I’m as sedentary as one can be. I’ve been thinking on and off, as if going in a vicious circle, that it is time to join the doing sport’s people group. I’m thinking that soon (well, not so soon), I’ll be crossing the line where “later” will become “too late”, and the harm of not doing sport, will blend with the impossibility to start. The principal reason I’d like to start with this practice is because I keep hearing echoes of colleagues saying how it helps them to be happier, more active and therefore more efficient. “More efficient” is the reason that attracts me the most. I need to do more, as I will anyway not have the time to do all I wish in this life. But then, when I think of the people in history that achieved greatness, I can’t imagine them doing sports...like Bach, Rubens, Kant, Newton, Beethoven, Flaubert,Einstein. Then I loose again interest till I hear another colleague praise the benefits of sports. People keep talking about a certain feeling of being “high” that the brain is secreting a substance from this activity. And what if this substance was not actually very helpful, except for making you happy and fit? What if this secretion blocks other things?