CAN THE OLYMPICS INSPIRE THE ORDINARY YOU?

Olympics shmalympics.

Or so I thought.

Olympics game? Who cares? I am no longer 9 and long to flip around like the pixie gymnasts. Friends and family send annoying e-mails "did you see the race?!" "can you believe it?!"--No, I couldn't believe adults were acting so crazy over The Olympics.

Well, that was until today. No, I wasn't bitten by a bug. But I did indeed read an article. It reminded me of what an olympian goes through, the training, the hard work, the dreams, the hopes, and how so many of those dreams and hopes are shattered. I thought of how those who lose handle themselves. I thought of the the preeminent olympics theme (well, at least for me), Whitney Houston's "One Moment in Time." How I use to blast that song on my portable cassette player when I went running!

The thing is, I'm glad I'm not an olympian for one simple reason. I don't have to measure success by only ONE moment in time. I (and YOU) have a lifetime of goals and dreams and achievements that will mark our successes. They won't be the same from one year to the next. They will morph and grow as will you.

A bad day eating? Fell off the treadmill? Twisted or knee? You will have the opportunity to try again tomorrow.

Now this is something to be thankful for!

Now if you'll excuse me I have to catch the Phelps race on DVR...

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Well, that was until today. No, I wasn't bitten by a bug