I’ve wanted to make the Olympics since I was a gymnast in the 3rd grade, 1987. For the past 25 years! I’ve gone back and looked at journals from the 3rd-6th grade where I dreamed of being the next Mary Lou Retton or Nadia Comaneci. I have notes about how gymnastics went that day or what specific move I wanted to work on the next week (it’s funny how similar my running log appears to this).
Who can forget Kerri Strug in the 1996 Olympics?
25 years later, I have a real opportunity to make this upcoming Olympics. While I think it’s more important to focus on each day and the process of living in the moment, rather then focusing too much on the end result, I wouldn’t be where I am to day without the support of my family. Since today’s Mother’s Day, I’d like to thank my mom for driving me to gymnastics 6 days a week from 3rd grade – 8th grade. I think the body awareness and discipline I learned through gymnastics has been a huge factor in my success in the steeplechase. I look forward to the next two months, doing everything ethically within my power to make this upcoming Olympic Team. What’s your first Olympic Experience?