The Thrill of Victory; the Agony of Defeat

After a short hiatus, Blessings Barb is back! One trip led to another, and once I was totally relaxed... summer happened! Thanks for checking back in! My gifted sister Carol is working on a new feature which will allow you to receive an email when there is a new post. Stay tuned, and thank God for sisters!

Our vacation at the beach coincided with the first week of the Olympics in Rio. (We were a little further north in the Outer Banks!) Week 1 was the ultimate Thrill of Victory as we watched a family friend play soccer for Canada. The games take on a new meaning when you actually know one of the players! (Canada plays for the Bronze Medal Friday.)

As I watched all these athletes, I thought about the sacrifices they have made for years and years. I thought about how they have to put everything on the line with the whole world tuned in -- and put up with people criticizing their every emotion, every movement, everything! It just overwhelmed me to think about the hurdles these young people face. Do you remember how hard it is to be an adolescent. Now think about how it would be if there were cameras filming you, and that the video could go viral without your consent. Wow! It is amazing that any of them survive the two weeks with their reputations and dignity intact!

There were so many heart-warming stories. I love to see the athletes who really are proud to represent their country, and hear the stories of good sportsmanship and character. I choose to concentrate on those, rather than the few who act poorly. With all the pressure put on these athletes, I can't fault them if they forget the words to the national anthem, or forget to place their hands over their hearts. I can even understand when they pout or get sulky over losing. Personally, I hate losing!

We can all learn a lot from the Olympics. Competition can be fun. More importantly, it keeps us striving to be better. Four years ago, I lost my footing and fell down 3 steps on my seat. I have never felt such pain, and actually compressed my spine about an inch. At the doctor's urging, I joined a gym and began working with a personal trainer. Since that time, I have regained more than half of that inch, and have made great strides in balance and strength. Fitness is good for the heart, and it's good for the soul. If you want a little inspiration, check out this story about the Iron Nun. Really, this gives a whole new perspective on age and fitness!

Blessings,
Barb