I attended my very first Nascar race today...and really, really, really liked it. Which is rather startling since, as you may already know, I don't like sports. Like at all. I mean, I like to run and I like to climb and I like to play flag football as long as no one's too serious about it, but watching sports? No. Not at all. I find most of it immensely boring.

But Nascar I liked. The roaring engines, the zooming cars, how quickly the race can change. I liked listening to the drivers and their spotters over the radio, and I liked how I could divide my attention between the race in front of me and the commentary and close-ups on the big screens. I'm sure it helped that I have a personal connection to Carl Edwards, one of the drivers. And I'm sure it helped that he won---yaaaaay!---but I think part of me just really wants to be down there driving with them.

Racing's complex and strategic, the drivers are constantly watching for openings and ways to get the most out of both the track and their cars. My inner speed demon---the one I have to rein in on highways---was gleefully anticipating and strategizing with them. *This* is not boring. I may not be able to enjoy watching it on TV, but I think I'm definitely interested in attending more races.

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