I was going to foist these on you in a random post. Now I have the excuse of structure. Poor you.
1. It is all Olympics all the time here. Winter is so much more popular than the summer for us. The irony of sitting on my future lardass for hours at a time watching people work their 0% body fat to the bone is not lost on me, yet again.
2. I started my Olympics knitting 56 hours late. (Travel, virus, all the excuses that none of the Olympians ever utter.) My goal was to start a baby blanket, and knit the first 560 yard, 8 oz ball of yarn during the Games. For some of you, that would be easy. It is not easy here. There is work that interferes. And the fact that I am NOT a monogamous knitter. Knitting one project intensively for two weeks is making me want to burn it. But I am sticking to it, measuring the progress on the scale each morning. I may succeed. It has the momentum of being started, and significant progress made. I can't just abandon it. Or can I?
3. I am continually impressed by the stunningly hard work and commitment that the athletes had to invest for YEARS to get to the Games. And then only three people get medals. This small subgroup of 20 and 30 somethings have had to understand the idea of winning AND losing. I respect that. The media is infuriating when they talk about the joy and honor of being at the Games, and then emphasize the medal crap. I understand that is what sells their broadcast product. But it really IS about the experience. I fear the young athletes are too young to truly understand that until later. But then, people like Shaun White and Bode Miller probably lost millions of dollars of endorsements by not getting gold. That is the way the world works, and it still sucks. I just hope they understand that we at home are watching their competition with all our hearts.
4. The personal connection is astonishing at times. I have seen an athlete from my teeny tiny hometown. And there are serious medal contenders who are the children of my colleagues. Six degrees of separation, indeed.
5. I am trying to use the skiing stuff to make my own techniques better. Visual focus on the body positions and tactics (alpine, nordic) is an intriguing focus. The alpine guys go far too fast for me. It hurts my brain to look at them. I often have to turn the sound off to be able to watch.
6. I am really tired of the same commercials over and over and over again. Stop the competition, and cut to...the same shit I watched for the last half hour. I'm looking at you, Verizon. And others.
7. There is poignancy and inevitability in the evolution of prior athletes. Tonya Harding is larger and ugly. Brian Orser is overweight. Thank dog Scott Hamilton looks the same except for his wrinkles. I love Scotty. He overcame so much. I didn't give him a fig's chance of making it this far.
8. Watching some of the individual montages of people working out has been illuminating. The cross country skier who leaps with an impossible weight of barbells on his shoulders? Okay. I can do my small amount of exercise per day. (It also explains why even though I put in some time, I don't get their results. Yeah.)
9. I am so glad that Charlie White and Meryl Davis won.
OTOH, I have been horrified by how many athletes smack their heads. The snowboard cross woman who was knocked unconscious apparently was put to bed, as is correct. (Total cognitive rest is what is required.) The literature on concussions in young athletes has been unsettling. The concussions are not treated as seriously as they should be. The culture is to shrug them off, get up, and keep on training/competing. No. That is not right. The woman skier who crashed (French?) and twisted her neck AND whacked her head should have been immobilized and backboarded, then scanned. What kind of health care are athletes getting in the host country? And what do they get HERE? Machisma is stupid and damaging.
10. I leave you with this. I found it on the LSG board on Rav. I laughed so hard I spilled my tea.