The Olympics being hosted in the country in which I have been born and raised has unsurprisingly done very little in changing my life. Apart from the traffic in London it’s no major thing, especially since I no longer live in London. That doesn’t mean however, that I don’t, and didn’t, completely love the Olympics.
I’m not a fan of sports. I don’t watch it, it doesn’t appeal to me, I just don’t care. The only thing I get passionate about are the Football Euro and World cups. Apart from that you’ll never see me watching a full game of any sport, unless I’m being forced to.
I hated PE at school. I hated being forced to compete in a sport that a) I couldn’t play, b) didn’t want to play and c) didn’t understand. I hated that if you didn’t like, enjoy or were any good at the limited sports on offer during PE then you were immediately deemed useless. I had playful banter with all my PE teachers, but frankly they teased me for my inability to hold a hockey stick right or hit a cricket ball with enough power. I just gave as good as I got back. In the end though, I was an awkward teenager that didn’t really give a crap if I was a good basketball player; I’d have much rather been reading. Running was my only source of fun in PE, I loved cross country and they ruined that for me by telling me I was an awful team player when I refused to compete in a race (I had classes I didn’t want to miss on that day). I wasn’t a sports person, especially not at school and I was never made to forget it by the people in charge.
Still, after all the trauma that was secondary education PE, I still love the Olympics. The Olympics to me are absolutely amazing, the athletes taking part are astounding and it is inspiring to watch. The people participating in this summer’s Olympics are simply incredible. They are experts in their fields, true professionals and anyone that is able to reach such a high level in their career deserves a great amount of respect. Even for those that do not qualify for finals, or that come last in their races are still impeccable humans. They show us that dedication and commitment can turn the human body into an even better machine that it already is.
There’s a certain scientific interest in watching the Olympics. In seeing the human body be pushed in all areas and seeing how it copes so fantastically. In seeing what hours of training, balanced eating and a solid regime can achieve. If I was told the science behind the PE back when I was a slightly over confident 15 year old, if I was told what I could make my body do and what I could achieve in power, speed, and agility then I would have been more willing to give absolutely everything to PE. Even if my chances of being a professional sportsperson were so slim that pigs were likelier to fly first.
At the risk of sounding like a doe eyed teenage girl meeting whichever pop idol is famous nowadays, the Olympics are beautiful. They are showing sportsmen and sportswomen at their very finest. Yes, some of those people will not perform to their best on the day and they will be disappointed but they are incredible. To be the best in the world, at whatever you do, makes you a pretty amazing human. I don’t usually watch a load of sport on TV, as previously mentioned, but I will always be enthralled by the Olympics and the same will happen with the Paralympics. There’s something incredible about it, a unity and a talent that makes it so watchable. Even though I’m supporting Great Britain and Portugal (respectively) I am not gutted if we don’t gain a medal in whatever sport we’re competing in. The achievement to get to the Olympics is brilliant enough.
I may have hated PE but who can hate brilliance? It’s why I’ll always love the Olympics. A true show of athleticism and sportspeople at their greatest.