Today, it suddenly occurred to me how bizarre it is that I would run for the shade after playing two hours of tennis under the cloudless sky. Why is it that the same sun is completely ignored one minute and desperately evaded the other? Obviously, something in our mind is responsible triggering such totally different responses to the same physical condition.
What makes me ignore the burning sunshine is my passion to the game.
What make me dodge it are the physical discomfort and the fear of the harm of prolonged exposure.
The remarkable thing is that the discomfort and fear can and should always be perceived, they can be totally overwhelmed or pushed into oblivion by passion.
Such is the power of passion.