Turns out that I didn’t get inoculated for a fever that has gripped the world – Olympic Fever! – and it has taken a toll on me. I am not sure what I will do with myself next week, late at night, with no competitive winter sports to watch. I marvel at how these finely tuned machines (athletes is an understatement) pull off their triple axels, jump hundreds of feet on massive skis, bobsled at high speeds and, of course, push a weight down the ice while sweeping in front of it.
Upon reflection, if there were ever a sport that we arthritics could pull off, it would be curling. While grace and focus are clearly necessary, the physical exertion levels are about the equivalent of a round of pinball. And yet I am glued to my television, watching the men’s and women’s team compete vigorously for the gold. My only question about curling, however, is “why do they bother with slow-motion replay??”
Competing in the Olympics, or even a casual co-ed Sunday bowling or volleyball league, has always been a little out of reach for me. When I do fill in for a friend or team that needs an extra man, I pay the price. The price being a minimum of two, sometimes three days of aches, soreness and revolting joints. So it’s safe to say that even though some sports look easy, I’ll never have an apartment of my own in Olympic Village. A fact I’ve known for a long, long time – but one I am reminded about most recently.
There’s always hope for the Summer Olympics (ping pong of course).
Published On: March 01, 2010