A METAPHOR: I love an empty movie theater. When the darkness extends its invitation: Please dreamer, join me and my friends, Loud Noise and Vibrant Image; take a seat, kick your feet up, enjoy the contraband bulge of candy in your purse, I won’t tell security, it will be our secret. Lose yourself in the blanket of someone else’s imagination come to life. For a few hours, I invite you, join me. . . Craving the solitude of the theater, I indulge the darkness and accept his invitation. Oh, what a host, he offers his previews, teasing me with the small snippets of film: Jump aboard dreamer, for an adventurous ride through the past, present, and future. Listen to my story; I will entrance you and just when you beg for more, I will leave you; and it is on you to hitch the next train… Like the gullible dreamer I am I jump aboard the tease train and ride the rail, preview after preview, for what I hope will be a long journey; and just as I settle in my seat and ...
Written by and for women in sport