Crying at the Olymipcs

I'm not much of a sports fan and the few times that I do watch it on TV, I'm not one of those that tend to shout either in anger or joy because basically I just don't care who wins or loses. But somehow the Olympics this time around has turned me into a sobbing mess. There's just something so...noble, I guess is the best word to describe it, about competing and wanting to win for your country. I think that's why I can appreciate the World Cup more than football club championships. Still I was shocked to find myself crying at the opening events - Come on, didn't it just break your heart to watch the Palestine contingent with all of 4 members, from a war torn country, but still smiling and holding hands even though they only took up like a dot of space in the stadium compared to the hundreds of members of the Chinese contingent. And the last bit with the lighting of the Olympic torch, that was just amazing. So I had a little sob, told myself to shut up and changed the channel when the opening ceremony ended.

The next day I switched it back on and the first thing that came on was weightlifting. Now of all the sports that I don't watch that I find most boring, weightlifting is one of the top three, the other two being lawnbowling and golf - sorry I just cannot appreciate golf. I may not like football but at least you've got one or two or thirty cute players that you can ogle at but golf? Anyway, there I was watching women's weightlifting while waiting for the gymnastics to come one when suddenly China won her first gold medal. The weighlifter was such an itty bitty woman but when she lifted that last weight (what was it, 117kg or something?) with such strength, such determination, I just got up and cheered and then cried together with her when she won the medal.

I am such a sap.


Go girl power!!!