So it’s all over.
The Olympics came and went so fast, I hardly had time to take it all in. And yet I tried. I watched as much as possible and read about the rest. I laughed, I cried. I cheered, I marveled. I absorbed the stories and backgrounds of those profiled. I ached to learn more. I was entertained, again and again.
And I was inspired. The spirit of competition was healthy and honest (for the most part – badminton anyone?). The dedication and work were tangible. The focus was obvious. As I watched athletes from around the globe compete in their respective sports, I felt myself wanting to be stronger. Not in sport, but in life.
Here’s the deal, folks: we are all competing each and every day. But not necessarily with others. Instead, we are competing with ourselves to excel in our own lives. I don’t have to beat out another person in pursuit of my own joy. I just have to beat out the side of myself that holds me back, for whatever reasons.
To accomplish goals, to achieve dreams – that is my gold. And I pray I can hold on to this Olympic spirit for as long as possible. There’s a lot of life change going on – for all of us. To quote something I heard during these summer games, “Trust your training.” I’ve been training my whole life, for my life. No time like the present to jump off the cliff.
Olympic spirit, don’t fail me now.