I love the Olympics. First of all, I admire the talent and drive the athletes possess. Sometimes I watch what they are able to accomplish with their strength and it amazes me the extent to which the human body can perform. Um, my body can't do that. I can't do a butterfly stroke, dive from a platform, ride a bike for over 6 hours, block a volleyball, or even go around one time on the high bar.
Secondly, and this especially hits me during the opening ceremony, I love seeing all these countries represented in one place. It makes me believe for a second that it might be possible for us to all just get along.
And third, I really like watching the athletes get emotional while they accept a gold medal as the national anthem plays. I wish I could bottle that feeling of pride, accomplishment, and joy. It's so tender. It's so raw.
The Olympics always motivate me to get more in shape...to push myself a little bit harder. But then, I go eat a couple of brownies and forget my new drive. Oh well. I can still watch, and frankly I am too old to start training for world competition anyway.
2 comments:
You get the Gold medal for being the best mom to Nate, Ava and Lucas. It doesn't get any better than that!!
I know what you mean about being inspired to get in shape! I'm inspired too...and I'll get right on it...as soon as it's not so hot outside...and the kids are a little older...and I can find someone to work out with me...at home...where no one will see me...and...and...can I have one of those brownies?
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