I feel like I've never completely appreciated the Olympic Winter Games, maybe not since I was 12 years old. The speed, the daring, the downright extreme
elements of every disparate marquee sport has me on the edge of my seat (er . . . couch). Now that snowboarding is such a strong part of the scenario, it's frankly breathtaking.
I sent an email to JP today (who's in B.C. just like I would be if I were retired with limitless means). "Halfpipe?" "Short track?" "Figure skating?" I wonder what he's seeing, and I envy the fact he's seeing what ever he wants *LIVE*
even if he's watching it on a big screen or on Canadian TV.
Carol and family decided during the Opening Ceremonies to "just go--just get in the car and go!" The games will never be closer to us, and as a special events pro, she couldn't pass up the chance. She didn't have tickets for anything and couldn't afford them, but they stayed with inlaws in Woodinville and just went around B.C., checking everything out. What a great idea for the President's Day weekend!
When I was on the treadmill the other night (and I haven't been back since), I nearly fell off watching the snowboarding chicks rushing down the mountain in the cross. Today seeing that Swedish skiier who took the horrible fall in the downhill come back the next day and win a bronze in the combined was just amazing.
And Shaun White was inhuman, like a demigod from 'Percy Jackson.' And that's not mentioning Lindsay Vonn or Hannah Teter, who managed to grab attention in the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition, as well. (It's worth reflecting that if you want to be a really big sports star, especially a female one, it's still mandatory to be hawt
. Good looks pay off.)
I just woke up and rewound the men's figure skating and watched the top guys. I had already watched the live blog and scores on line, so I knew Evan had won, but I had to see the drama, even if it was re-warmed. Mom would be thrilled, I have to say. And Audrey, who in the end was sorta like a second mom to us. I'm sure they were both watching from heaven or wherever they're hovering. I was only 32 the last time a U.S. man won gold.
Watching athletes striving to be their best, breaking their hearts, breaking their bones but never breaking their spirits, is just inspirational to me. I can't imagine even wanting to try what most of these winter sports athletes are doing, but I appreciate the chance to sit and gawk, like mere mortals gaping in awe at ancient Olympians, the kind with real wings on their feet.