When watching the Olympics, I can often be seen wiping a tear off my cheek. It's true. The Olympics does something to me. I feel such a sense of pride for my country. I love cheering on the underdogs. I get butterflies in my stomach before the big jump. I feel my stomach drop when someone falls. I become so invested when I watch the Olympics. Which is better? Summer or Winter? Ask me now, and I'll say hands down it's the Winter Olympics. I love it. Ask me in 2 years when London is hosting the Summer Olympics...and I'll say Summer is best. I'm a big fan of the Olympics. Some complain about the commercials -- I love them. Those advertisers and marketers were thinking of me as they put these commercials together. Ya know the one when they're all little kids getting ready to compete..and then it says "To the Mothers, they're all just kids," or something like that? Yeah. I cried when I first saw that. Anyway. I cry during the Olympics.
Last night was no exception. Watching Joannie Rochette perform last night was incredible. She did so well, and afterward, when she let all her emotion out, I just cried. I can't imagine being at the Olympics, performing on behalf of my country, and having my mother pass away days before -- and then performing my personal best score. That, to me, is an olympian. Being able to focus so well, being able to shut out the deepest pain -- if only for a second, to represent your country. I cried like a baby.