Monday, August 22, 2016

The Olympics

The Olympics has the power to move me to tears, and a lot of it flowed in the past two weeks.
Those emotions on display.
Those remarkable, beautiful bodies - fit, ready, and tuned to reach great heights.
That grit, the determination.
The thought of all the hard work of these athletes through the years, all for this single moment.
The sacrifices and dedication of the unseen forces behind the athletes.
The thought of those who couldn't make it so far.
It is a sobfest. And the end of the Olympics is always bittersweet - I'm glad that I witnessed another Olympics, but there is a wistfulness that I've to wait another four years for the next Summer Olympics.


Karthik Ravi said...

great blog!! More like a travelogue

SG said...

Nice write-up. I have the same feeling every 4 years. Please don't be teary-eyed. I have something for you to smile. Please read my post on Olympics. Thanks.

SG said...

You wrote about Portola Valley and Lawrence Hall of Science. Do you live in the San Francisco Bay Area? Just curious.

Shruthi said...

Yes, I do

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