I've been watching the olympics and enjoying the heck out of it. I know NBC has had it's share of screw-ups in the broadcasting, but all-in-all, it's been fun to watch. Since I'm a person without the opportunity or time to watch the events live, streaming on the inter-webs, NBC what I've got.
It's funny, to me, at least, how watching these summer olympics every four years finds me in a different paradigm just about each and every time. I remember there was a time when I watched and thought to myself, I could DO that, if I really put forth some effort. Then I'd get out there and start pounding the track or swimming (gymnastics were never my thing). Later in my life I'd watch the olympics and think, my kid could DO that, if I get him in gymnastics class and on a swim team and playing basketball and buy him a horse (no, I never seriously thought about buying him a horse, although I do enjoy watching the equestrian events). Now, I think I enjoy watching the parents of the gymnasts as much as I enjoy the gymnastics. I remember my husband and I tag teaming the kid to gymnastics class. I enjoy watching Michael Phelps' mom and Missy Franklin's parents and I remember sitting in the hot sun at so many swim meets I can't even count and I remember how hoarse I'd be from screaming encouragement to those kids. Now, I adore seeing the 54 year old British equestrian and I feel pride, even though all I've done in my 55 years is stay alive.
Those olympians are so lucky to be able to compete at this global level. They get to be on tv and have the world watching them. The parents of those olympians are so lucky to have kids that are so good at their sport or activity. Lucky. Yeah, lucky.
When I watch the olympics I think of thousands and thousands of hours of training and running and driving to and forth from practice. I think of coaches and fundraisers and sacrifice. I think about hours of homework done in the car or up late at night or getting up in the wee hours of the morning. I don't think I'm exaggerating one little bit when I say thousands of hours. Those olympians, they are so lucky.
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It's funny, to me, at least, how watching these summer olympics every four years finds me in a different paradigm just about each and every time. I remember there was a time when I watched and thought to myself, I could DO that, if I really put forth some effort. Then I'd get out there and start pounding the track or swimming (gymnastics were never my thing). Later in my life I'd watch the olympics and think, my kid could DO that, if I get him in gymnastics class and on a swim team and playing basketball and buy him a horse (no, I never seriously thought about buying him a horse, although I do enjoy watching the equestrian events). Now, I think I enjoy watching the parents of the gymnasts as much as I enjoy the gymnastics. I remember my husband and I tag teaming the kid to gymnastics class. I enjoy watching Michael Phelps' mom and Missy Franklin's parents and I remember sitting in the hot sun at so many swim meets I can't even count and I remember how hoarse I'd be from screaming encouragement to those kids. Now, I adore seeing the 54 year old British equestrian and I feel pride, even though all I've done in my 55 years is stay alive.
Those olympians are so lucky to be able to compete at this global level. They get to be on tv and have the world watching them. The parents of those olympians are so lucky to have kids that are so good at their sport or activity. Lucky. Yeah, lucky.
When I watch the olympics I think of thousands and thousands of hours of training and running and driving to and forth from practice. I think of coaches and fundraisers and sacrifice. I think about hours of homework done in the car or up late at night or getting up in the wee hours of the morning. I don't think I'm exaggerating one little bit when I say thousands of hours. Those olympians, they are so lucky.
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they def got there for a reason...a lot of hard work...but hey if that is what you want to do...its really cool seeing sports we dont always see as well...
ReplyDeleteI sure admire them.
ReplyDeleteI haven't watched much, this summer. Cade and I really don't watch much tv, in general. The Galyons (Jim and the girls) are tv hogs.
ReplyDeleteAgreed - it could be a sweet deal to be an Olympian. My sister has spent most of her life trying to be one. She was ever so close to being at the Winter Games. It is tough to almost get there, but hey she is in great shape and has travelled the world. Work...
ReplyDeleteYea the words I think of are self-control and self-discipline. It's amazing to watch!
ReplyDeleteI know! So much work and determination! My toe is almost completely healed and I'm starting to go for a walk again! ha! That's the most "training" I've been doing lately.
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