And I'm so very sad about it*. I always go through a bit of Olympics withdrawal when they end, because let's face it, it will be another four years before I'll get to watch awesome local news coverage about the curling league in our little corner of Arkansas. (Yes, you read that right.)
My favorite part of the Olympics is watching some of the more obscure events or the lower-ranked athletes within the higher profile events. Sometimes, the difference between the gold medal and 37th place is a matter of minutes...or seconds. That 37th ranked Olympian? She has probably trained just as long (or longer), just as hard (or harder) as the gold medalist. And he probably wants it just as bad (or worse...how many medals can you have lying around before it's just another thing to dust, Apolo Anton Ohno?)
Oh, the writing analogies. There's the obvious--seeing the podiumed athletes as those who have been published. Or even seeing them as the superstars of publishing. Basically, those who have gotten the stamp in their writing passport that says "Good Job", whatever that means to different people.
Or maybe it's just meeting a goal, finishing what you start, working up the courage to submit.
I don't know.
But I do know this. Whatever it is, it takes three things. Power, love, and self-discipline. I applaud that, and I commit to it in my own life.
So you know what, Kelime Cetinkaya of Turkey, who placed 53rd in the Women's Individual Cross-Country Sprint? I think you're pretty awesome. And you can bet your bippy that your mom does, too.
*Yes, I realize that the Olympics don't technically end until tomorrow, but I don't count the Closing Ceremonies/half-day. My apologies to any athlete competing on Sunday.