With the Olympics there are so many highs and so many lows. Training for years, devoting so much of your life, finances even diet for that thirty second run down a hill to end up standing on the podium with a huge smile, or twisted up in a fence halfway down the hill… it can truly go any way. Best laid plans can quickly twist into torment and pain, when an unexpected bit of ice or perhaps burst of wind can finish your event.
How to cope with that experience must be so hard. Win or lose we must embrace all of our Olympians with pride and love.
There are lots of great stories too. When you do your very best, you feel the snow slipping under your skis, each twist of your body feels just so right, the wind rushes by as you cross the last line and your smile spreads wider than ever before, because you know that you did your best.
When you stand on the podium, your countries flag is over head rising, and you hear your national anthem. Tears are streaming from your eyes, dripping off your chin even, you reach out and grasp your sisters hand and squeeze… because she is standing beside you on the silver podium, also with tears. That is one of those moments, one of those stories.
I love the winter Olympics.
Yay Justine and Chloe