I got behind on a lot of work that I wanted to get done today. Blame the US Figure Skating Championships. The Olympics. That’s my second weakness, next to sweets.
They only air once every four years (assuming I only get to watch them twice every ten years of my life), I would only get to watch about 14 Olympics in my entire life time. That’s one of the reasons why I put aside a lot of my work just to watch the games. Not only that, but you get to watch legends triumph, unfold, fall, and just all the emotions they have to battle through because they only get a shot at the gold at least twice.
And when you’re at your third try, your name has kind of faded by then. You battle it out to at least make that US team. (FYI I’m mostly referring to figure skating). But you’re 25 years old. Many adults wish they were still 25. But in figure skating world, that’s old. Super old. And while you’re competing for that US Olympic team spot, you watch your other competitors (who are about 10 years younger than you) move with such grace, speed, youth, and ambition that you had when you first tried for the team. Just watching all this makes you feel old. Like a grandma. But they don’t use that term in the media. The media uses ‘veteran,’ ‘familiar,’ anything else.
Finally, it’s over. And all you can do it hug your competitors and pass on that torch of hope and luck as they compete in the 2010 Olympics in Vancouver.
Thanks for everything Sasha Cohen.
