I used to be in a VERY competetive marching band back in HS. In my four years we did the Rose Bowl (Pasadena, CA), Fiesta Bowl (AZ), Peach Bowl (Atlanta, GA), Orange Bowl (Miami, FL), Citrus Bowl (Orlando, FL), Philadelphia Thanksgiving Day Parade, and a few national marching band competetions.
While i wouldn't call band a sport per say, it sure as hell was hard work. It takes a hell of alot to march 9+ miles (in some parades) in the hot sun or freezing snow, not only trying to concentrate on keeping your lines and remembering your music, but also blowing your brains out into a trumpet, completely expelling every last breath in your body.
I'll never forget the Philly parade, we had to dip our mouthpieces in liquid plastic to keep them from freezing, but it didnt work too well. Halfway through the parade, parts of the plastic peeled off, and my lips started cracking (a usual thing for trumpets) earlier than usual. By the end of the parade, my lip was split so bad, i was spurting blood all down the front of my uniform, freaking nasty.
While i wouldn't call band a sport per say, it sure as hell was hard work. It takes a hell of alot to march 9+ miles (in some parades) in the hot sun or freezing snow, not only trying to concentrate on keeping your lines and remembering your music, but also blowing your brains out into a trumpet, completely expelling every last breath in your body.
I'll never forget the Philly parade, we had to dip our mouthpieces in liquid plastic to keep them from freezing, but it didnt work too well. Halfway through the parade, parts of the plastic peeled off, and my lips started cracking (a usual thing for trumpets) earlier than usual. By the end of the parade, my lip was split so bad, i was spurting blood all down the front of my uniform, freaking nasty.