There is nothing like the Olympics. Screaming at the TV at 3:20 in the morning with my sisters reminded me of that. Sports we know nothing about. Sports we will not watch for another 4 years. Sports we know nobody in. Yet we are screaming.
Take figure skating for example. I never watch figure skating. But every 4 years, I am hooked. Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir sucked me in to their hearts in Vancouver and this year, they've done it again. I love skating. I was a kid that looked forward to power skating and still today I am always analyzing hockey player's strides, finding ways to make them faster. To watch such effortless, graceful and beautiful skating is a treat for the eyes. Ice dance is a treat for the eyes. However long track speed skating is more than just a treat, its gluttonous pleasure that I cannot control. Put that in slow motion and I could watch it all day. Where the stride starts. The push. The length of the stride. The extension of the toe. The recovery. It's beautiful. I love skating. Even cross country skiing in the skate style - love it.
But these obsessions have always enhanced my love for the Olympics. An athlete myself, every 4 years I convince myself I can compete. I put myself completely into every event that I watch. For those 17 days, any physical activity I do, I am an Olympian. There is nothing like the Olympics. Sports I know nothing about. Sports I will not watch for another 4 years. Yet I am hooked.
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