When I was in 7th grade, my geography teacher had us do a unit on the Olympics. I loved it. It was fabulous and weird. We learned all about the luge and slalom and ice skating. It was the year that Debi Thomas and Katarina Witt were battling it out. And Bonnie Blair got me all excited about speed skating. It was fascinating and I loved that teacher. For those reasons, the Winter Olympics always makes me a little excited.
Watching it this year, though, reminds me that I'm too old to do exciting stuff like that. Of course, one of those skiers is 35 years old. But I don't know how she drags her old self down that mountain. I tried to ski once and nearly broke my legs. Little kids were flying by me with their hands making an X; they were trying to tell me how to arrange my skis so that I could stop. It was sad.
So, now I'm too old to be on "The Real World" and too old to be in the Olympics. Ahhh, the death of illogical dreams.
6 years ago
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What? I fully intend to compete as a Speed Walker in the 2012 summer games. Are you telling me I am too old for that?
I go through the same thing when I look at basketball players and new singers on the scene. I was never destined for either world, but it always stings to know just how much older I am than these super successful kids!
(And I called them "kids." I'm the worst.)
I go through this when I watch the Academy Awards. It's like ANOTHER YEAR HAS PASSED AND I STILL HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING CREATIVELY WORTHY! GACK!
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