I love the Olympics. Maybe part of it is the memories from childhood of sitting with my dad all winter watching Wide World of Sports, fascinated with the ski jumper who fell off the ski ramp every single week on the opening scene, a tribute to the Agony of Defeat –
and the slalom skiers who raced on trails with the sounds of their skis cutting through the ice faster than I'd ever gone in a car.
Back in the days when skiing was on TV, even when it wasn't the Olympics. Before snowboarding and moguls and short track skating. Yes, I'm that old.
Now, the only time I get to see those great winter sports is during the Olympics. Once every four years. You bet I'm taking over the TV for two weeks.
More than the sports, though, the Olympics is full of stories. Full of athletes with huge dreams and high hopes. People that have pushed their bodies farther and harder than I will ever even come close to.
And it's really hard to not make writing comparisons.
1. Olympians and writers both start with a dream that seems often impossible.
2. Olympians and writers both face heartache.
3. It takes dedication and determination, especially when the road is hard.
4. Sometimes you feel on top of the world, like everything is falling into place exactly where it should be.
5. Sometimes you feel like you're barely hanging on.
6. Sometimes you have to take risks. The bigger the risk, the bigger the fall... or maybe the bigger the success.
I bet you think the second part of the contest today is making comparisons, but it's not.
The fact is, I always wanted to be in the Olympics. Not in that, Oh I love this sport and I think I'll work my butt off kind of way, but in the sitting on the couch watching thinking, that would be so cool kind of way.
And way back when, I wanted to luge. You know - the thing where you fling yourself down a tube of ice on a tiny sled and hope to go as fast as possible and arrive at the bottom alive:
Even before the accident this past week, though, I'd decided maybe that wasn't in the best interest of living. You know - not that I had any hope of ever doing it, but in my head I dreamed.
But now I've found another dream to dream.
Snowboarding Cross. Like a mix between skateboarding, skiing, and Mario Cart Wii. Only faster. And higher.
Like skiing and flying combined. They make it look so easy, this gliding and soaring thing they do.
So for another point in the book giveaway, or just for fun, what would you do if you got to go to the Olympics?