The Olympics is always an exciting time. Whether it’s during the Summer or in the Winter, the atmosphere world wide is electric. This is a time when the best athletes, in there respective sports, represent their country for a chance to be a podium finisher with the ultimate goal of being an Olympic champion.
Growing up in America watching the Olympics on TV was such a surreal experience. You always root for good competition, but the moment a USA athlete is announced the contagious patriotic spirit fills the area.
My journey unknowingly began during the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympic Games, I was a sophomore in high school. I had never heard about bobsled till my mother was flipping through the channels and we came across a large bullet looking vessel sliding down a track like a crazy roller coaster. This event caught my eye as it was unlike anything I had ever seen before. As I watched a number of sleds descend the track, I cheered for each nation represented patiently waiting for the recognizable red, white and blue.
Finally I heard the name Steve Holcomb for Team USA announced. My ears perked up. The previous sleds help me gain a basic understanding of what was happening as sleds flew down the track. As Holcomb and his team got onto the line, I held my breath. In an instant the team exploded from the start, pushing the sled down the ramp, then one after they were hopping into the sled and tucking down. My family erupted into cheers completely unaware of what Holcomb was doing, but avidly cheering for a fast finish.
It was at that moment I thought it would be so cool to be able to be in bobsled. A fleeting thought, namely because I hadn’t the slightest idea as to how to even begin to look for information to get into the sport.
Not long after my rush of enthusiasm for bobsled began coasting, I saw a preview of skeleton. Confused by the name I tuned into to the commentator describing the sport’s history and the athletes to compete. I watched the descent….I instantly wrote off the sport because I thought it was insane. I cheered for Team USA, but without hesitation I labeled those group of athletes as crazy adrenaline seekers.
I joked so adamantly with my family that ” you could not pay me to do that”… Well almost seven years later, turns out the joke was on me. As a matter of fact, I’m paying to participate in the sport. Of course the years in between contributed a great deal to my preparation of taking another sport outside of track and field, but I laugh at the irony. An introduction to a sport I completely wrote off seven years earlier is the path I am now taking to attain my own dreams: to be an Olympian.