Physical jerksBMJ 1996; 312 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.312.7032.713 (Published 16 March 1996) Cite this as: BMJ 1996;312:713
- Trisha Greenhalgh
I love sports centres. I love tennis whites, kit bags, the smell of wintergreen, and the steamy camaraderie of locker rooms. I get a carnal thrill from the sound of squash balls echoing off concrete walls, muscled men groaning to the creak of iron, and feet pounding in unison to a fast reggae beat. My idea of leisure is lapping up and down a swimming pool while a coach takes time splits and shouts instructions through a megaphone.
This is of course the behaviour pattern and subliminal associations of an incurable endorphin junkie. Sport does not have the slightest moral edge over other forms of …