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Olympics for the rest of us

It's easy to imagine the impact the Olympic games have on the athletes (perhaps), but what do they do for the rest of us? As I sit in my living room for the ninth evening in a row and watch the most accomplished athletes in the world display their power, agility, and mental toughness, I find myself inspired to move off of the couch and onto the floor for a round of push-ups, or an attempted headstand. Sure, these are small steps in the direction of legendary greatness, which, perhaps I'll never achieve, but the point is that I've been inspired to move, and surely so have millions of other viewers world-wide. Of course, the contradiction of having to be sedentary in front of a television set in order to receive the inspiration to be active is a bit of irony not lost on me. But when I start off on my meager 2.5 mile run, and I'm feeling less than driven and under-energized, I can at least think of Lolo Jones literally overcoming her hurdles, or Dara Torres swimming past a competitor less than half her age, or Alicia Sacramone, who, despite showing human flaw, pushes forward with grace and resolve. And I make it through my run for that day. I'll call on their inspiration five more times out of the week.

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I found myself particularly inspired by female gymnasts like Shawn Johnson, Nastia Liukin and Gabriela Dragoi who (despite being so young) display an insanely high level of physical skill and mental concentration that is far beyond anything that I could hope to muster. But than again, small starts can lead to great things!
Kendra Nicole said…
As I watched the Olympics...I had my I-wish-I-could-moments too...and at other times I thought...whoa...look how humane the world is during the Olympic Games...geeesh...I never thought, however, how much motivation they could possibly add to my own workout...lol...so clearly, after reading your blog...I think the next time I feel like I just can't do one more set of leg presses, or run another minute on the tread mill...I too...will think of Lolo Jones and others...thank you Lee...

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