The Olympics: a love story
|Watching the Olympic Trials broadcast tonight|
There are few things in life that will, without fail, make me cry. I am not one of those girls who likes to go see cheesy rom-coms or Beaches-type movies and cry, just for the record, and commercials about starving children don't move me anymore (the animals ones, yes).
The Olympics is one of those things that always, without fail, reduces me to tears, and those tears come fast and furious. I've become famous throughout my life, and yes, also laughed at, for crying at every medal ceremony, during all the sentimental broadcast stories, and yes, even at completely random times while watching the Olympic Games. I'm a sucker for a good story of triumph, and there are no greater stories of triumph than those at the Olympics. Plus, the Olympics are the only time (except for, you know, that one time) when the world comes together in such an incredible display of talent and teamwork. Competition, yes, but also teamwork. Its the only time I feel legitimately patriotic for weeks at a time.
But anyway, gymnastics. I've loved gymnastics since I was about 6 or 7 years old. I did gymnastics for several years, but I was never very good at it. Wait, correction: I was always extremely flexible, somewhat grotesquely so in fact (I could do center splits and hyperextend my legs, up to when I was 17 years old). But I was terrible at the other things that go into making a great gymnast: strength, fearlessness, and mental toughness. That's cool. I'm OK with it. Instead, I've followed the sport closely since the 1992 Olympics, and its very emotional for me. It always will be. After all, I spent my childhood dreaming of "what might have been."
|Aly Raisman // Olympic Trials|
The girls who have competed for the US (and sometimes, other nations) in national & international gymnastics, and particularly the Olympics since 1991, were my original heroes. I still remember Kim Zmeskal with great fondness; the first of these heroes, winning the first US world all-around title in 1991. I remember her, in fact, with much more love than Shannon Miller for some reason, even though Miller (an upstart) embarrassed Zmeskal at the 1992 Olympics. I can remember never liking Shannon Miller for some reason, and I think it had to do with Kim, and also to do with those horrific bangs:
I LOVED the 1996 and 2008 teams, and they included many of my favorite gymnasts. I am really, really excited about this year's team, though, as the Chinese won't be as strong this time out of their home country. It's going to be a good year.
Before I go, looking up Shannon Miller on YouTube reminded me of one of my favorite gymnasts of all time, the notoriously unpredictable, mentally unstable Vanessa Atler. Her floor routines were always my favorites because of one of her signature moves, a stag leap at the end of her first tumbling passes. I have alwasy wondered to this day why no one else does this move. Take a look at her first tumbling pass to see what I mean:
I am also happy to report that the team was just selected on TV, and not only did I cry, but I also got full-body goosebumps! Yep, it's Olympic season. Are you excited for the Olympics? What are your favorite sports? I also love winter sports, just sayin, but that's another post! ★