The spectacle that London 2012 was is finally over. Personally, I did not watch anything other than the terrfic gold medal badminton match between Lee Chong Wei of Malaysia and Lin Dan of China (both, being players who I had never heard of before, but then again I don't follow the sport, so yes, its alright). So what am I writing about here? No! Not about the 6 medals that my country won. As proud as I am of our athletes, I am also miffed by the fact that 6 medals was all a country with over a billion people could manage. So then what is this about?
The other day, purely because I was bored, I watched a video of Usain Bolt's 200m race in the Olympics. It was a 20 second affair, but an absolutely gripping contest. At 150m , Blake and Bolt were running head to head. The fastest man on the planet was being challenged at that point! It is of course another thing that he eventually pulled away and won comfortably with Jamaica taking silver and bronze as well . So excited I was while watching this that it brought back fond memories from my own life. Long long ago, when I walked those tracks, when I could hear my heart beating as fast as I don't know what.. at the start line while I tried to listen to the person yellin Ready...Set...GO, when we celebrated victory like it was the most important thing on the planet. I don't compete in this sphere anymore, but what fun it was in those days, training together, the team work and effort, cheering for team mates when we were not competing in that event. It is definitely one of the things about my life that I miss a lot - the thrill of competing.
The other day, purely because I was bored, I watched a video of Usain Bolt's 200m race in the Olympics. It was a 20 second affair, but an absolutely gripping contest. At 150m , Blake and Bolt were running head to head. The fastest man on the planet was being challenged at that point! It is of course another thing that he eventually pulled away and won comfortably with Jamaica taking silver and bronze as well . So excited I was while watching this that it brought back fond memories from my own life. Long long ago, when I walked those tracks, when I could hear my heart beating as fast as I don't know what.. at the start line while I tried to listen to the person yellin Ready...Set...GO, when we celebrated victory like it was the most important thing on the planet. I don't compete in this sphere anymore, but what fun it was in those days, training together, the team work and effort, cheering for team mates when we were not competing in that event. It is definitely one of the things about my life that I miss a lot - the thrill of competing.
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