It’s that time of the decade, and for the first time in years I actually have cable to watch it. I love the Olympics. The best of the best from all over the world, the pinnacle of human ability. I love the grace of figure skating, the control of skiing. The power behind jumps.
I am digging the slopestyle snowboarding, I think that’s a new thing for these games. And of course I love that they’ve opened up more sports to the women, like the ski jumping.
When I was a teenager, I would watch the Olympics and wonder what it would be like to be training for such events. The athletes had spent their whole lives, longer than I had yet to conceptualize, training for their opportunity. I looked at my own future with a sense of anticipation–if they could accomplish so much by their age, what could I accomplish?
This year, it’s a bit different. For the first time, I’m older than most of the competitors. Instead of looking ahead, I see myself looking back. What did I accomplish in the same amount of time it took so many of these athletes to get gold?
Maybe not as much as I had imagined back in the day, but kids are known for their over-the-top imaginations. I am quite proud of my family and my career. I’m going for a medal in my writing, and of course little Nate is all gold to me.
Enjoy watching the games everyone!