When watching the Olympics you can usually find me doing one of three things: cheering, crying or stretching. The athlete bios get me every time and I am often convinced that if I stretch enough that two years from now will be my time. Although, not really.
In 6th grade I was certain I would go to the Olympics if I practiced gymnastics every day for the next four years. In 7th grade I got caught cheating on a history test and lost all my after-school privileges.
Sophomore year of high school I told my dad I was going to be a professional surfer. I remember that his reaction led me to believe he thought this was cute, but not practical.
He was probably right, but my path needed to be followed. It was one that led me to telling him ten years later while he was putting chemicals in the spa that I would be leaving my predictable income and benefits behind to pursue surfing.
You know I don't regret it, so I'm not going to explain to you all the reasons I don't.
I guess life is funny like that. I hate change and unpredictability, but sometimes I love what I can't control. The wind takes a leaf where it blows.
“Here we are – despite the delays, the confusion, and the shadows en route – at last, or for the moment, where we always intended to be.” -Julie Glass, Three June
On a completely unrelated note, is anyone else really curious about the relationships between both the pairs skaters and ice dancers? How does that work? Are they dating? Interested in one another? Maybe it's none of my business. Let me rephrase that: of course it isn't, but I can't help hyper-fixating on this curious pairing of people.
p.s. Watch out for Roxy athletes Torah Bright and Dara Howell. Also, our friend (and former Olympian) Todd Richards is one of the announcers for the snowboarding events. He's awsm and nice and funny and has always helped me with my dreams.
p.p.s. this video of Scott, ha.