I love watching the best of the best compete against one another. The exuberance of victories. The agony of defeat. I can’t help but feel a sense of pride as I hear the crowd chant, “USA! USA!” and get chills as I hear the National Anthem played when an American earns a gold medal.
It has been fun to have a common thread with so many. Co-workers frequently chatted about the events, medal ceremonies, and world records of the night before. Facebook friends nightly cheered on their favorite athletes (“Shawn White is so awesome!”) while others sympathized with the death of luger Nodar Kumaritashvili of Georgia.
I can’t fathom what it would be like to even participate in the Olympics, knowing that you were one of the best in the world at your particular event. Athletes have to have a sense of accomplishment even qualifying, and yet I’m sure it’s disheartening to not obtain a medal after the hours and hours and hours of time that each one has invested into training for their skill.
As sad as I am to see the Olympics go, they’ll be back again in 2012 in London. Who knows? Maybe by then they’ll have added a sport I’d be interested in – like endurance shoe shopping. 🙂