I realized last night that I do not have the mental fortitude necessary to be an Olympic athlete. (The realization that I do not have any of the physical talents necessary to compete in an Olympic sport came long long ago).
I know this because as I sat alternately choking up and then sobbing outright at Shawn Johnson’s gold medal win, she beamed and grinned and bit her lips and held herself together. Like a champ. An Olympic champ. And I sobbed like some kind of second-string intramural alternate.
I get much less emotional over the diving.