The Olympic Games….

The Winter Olympic Games 2010 has captured my attention. I find myself making a sincere effort to be apart of it by racing across town to see the torch fly by, buying the official red mittens, and making the time to watch the various competitions. I’m actually quite intrigued by my interest and patriotism because in the past summer and winter Games  I wouldn’t even so much as turn on the t.v. to catch the recaps of spectacular Canadian moments. Maybe my interests simply comes from the fact that it’s in Canada making it feel that much more touchable, relative, and emotional…. who knows. All I know is that I’m into it and it’s a good thing.

The other thing about the Olympic Games is that it reminds me of who I was and who I could have been. I used to be athletic when I was young but because of back injuries I had to pull out. Unfortunately, I was never able to get back into it. I never appreciated it back then but I really miss the competitions, the team spirit, and the adrenaline rush. I miss pushing myself (both physically and mentally) harder and further to reach a goal and then achieving it. I miss that satisfaction of all the hard work and at times hardship paying off. I miss it. Watching the Olympic Games brings me to a place of what if. What if I had pushed myself through those injuries and overcame the mental and physical blocks? What would my life look like if I actually followed through to a real end? I would love to say that I’ve put that part of my life to rest and am at peace with where I am today. But I’m not and I’m still working through it. It’s hard to put a part of you that makes you to rest and I don’t think I want to. What I want to do is to be at peace with it. The journey for me is finding out how to get there.