I love the Olympics. I always have. I don't know what it is. It has nothing to do with the world coming together, and I'm not really a sports fanatic. But, when the Olympics are on, it almost feels like Christmas.
I think it has something to do with watching people performing at their absolute limits, and wondering if I am capable of such performance too.
I was watching the Ski Cross yesterday, and I had actually convinced myself that with a little training, I would be up to snuff to compete in the next 4 years. I could already hear the commentators talking about the stay-at-home mom who had just recently taken up the sport and was contending for gold. And then I came back to planet earth.
So, I guess that's the fun of it all. For two weeks we get to watch in awe, and live vicariously through these amazing athletes. It gives us a chance to dream. Because, when when it comes down to it, while I'm pretty sure I have what it takes (just humor me, okay?), I'm not willing to make the sacrifices that they do.
You do a post on the Olympics and not once mention Bob Costas? Have you noticed he doesn't age?
ReplyDeleteRebecca-
ReplyDeleteYou got me. He's the real reason I love the Olympics!
We heard on the news last night that the US has thin numbers to pull from for cross country ski events! So, I figured if they were in need of people it should be an easy and obvious career choice for me.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to start working on that as soon as I have enough snow around here to practice on!