Watching the Olympics makes me want to get fit and stay fit. I want to be able to go out and run in a sports bra without feeling uncomfortable. Or play sand volleyball with nothing else but a swim suit on. I want to be fearless when I step onto a high dive and repel myself down into the water. I want the drive to stroke my arms over and over in record time. I want the guts to swing from bar to bar and land without deductions. Or have a memorable tumbling pass on floor that shall never be forgotten because I was the star. I want to have the muscle to stride my body over hurdles or sprint until I've gained that strength. I want the support system saying I can do it when I want to give up and walk away. I want to have the confidence in myself. I want that desire. Courage. Strength. Motivation.
I could be the next Olympian from Wichita falls to ever take home a gold medal or even have that chance to compete. We all have that opportunity, but deprive ourselves from considering what seems to be impossible.
I want to do this. Get fit. For me, myself, and for the sole reason of being able to say I did it. I can be an Olympic medalist and will be, even if it's in my own backyard.
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