Just one more thing on the olympics and then I'm done.
Individual athletes were the focus of the Olympics of ancient Greece. The glory went to the singular athlete. Fast forward to the resurrection of the Olympic games in 1896 in Athens, Greece and athletes are no longer standing alone but are now part of teams, and these teams represent nations.
Now the glory and the sorrow do not simply belong to the athletes but also to the nations competing. All of us have never known any other type of Olympics and some still alive experienced it more fully having lived during the 1932 Olympics in Berlin. Then there are those (more my generation) who have lived through the boycotts by various nations of the 1976 Summer Olympic Games in Montreal, or the 1980 Summer Olympic Games in Moscow, or the 1984 Summer Olympic Games in Los Angeles.
Yes the Olympics are not just about the individual. But don’t you just love it when it is? I for one love to see the backstories on the all athletes but especially the ones I have heard very little about. That is, at least before they might gain the world’s attention by winning gold. Many are from humble beginnings, many persevere when others would give up, and many have had their share of loss prior to their winning moment. ALL are inspirational!
I truly love the Olympic games, seeing sports that I don’t often see and enjoying the grace and athleticism of all of the Olympians. From the safety of my couch I cheer for my favorites—mostly Americans. (Patriot that I am) And when they win I feel like I’ve helped them with my armchair cheering! This year was a little different for me. This year a wristband from the company I co-own was worn by one of the athletes. She happens to also be American. So this year when I cheered from my couch, I almost—ALMOST felt like I was there! At least maybe I was there in Spirit!