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Act Like An Olympian
I imagine you will recite the title of this post to the tune of “Walk Like An Egyptian.”
I know you probably didn’t know this because there hasn’t been any news coverage, Twitter chatting or blog posting about it yet, but tonight is the kickoff — “Opening Ceremonies” if we’re being formal, which we always are — of the Summer Olympics in London. You’re welcome for that information.
The Olympics are of course a competition. If I were an Olympic competitor, which I probably will be one day, when List Making becomes an official sport, I’d be competitive for sure. I can smile and be nice and stuff, but I can also be a real bitch in the face of competition.
And while we’re on the subject of being a real bitch, what is happening with the world lately? From my own friends to strangers on the Internet, people seem to be angry. My Twitter feed is 90 percent snark and nastiness, and 10 percent happy Instagram pictures. (I still don’t get the allure of Instagram — what am I missing here?) People are extra critical, extra angsty and straight-up mean.
I’d say something preachy like “Can’t we all just get along?” but many days I’m as guilty as the rest of you. The gossiping, the hate-reading — I get sucked into it as well. I’m no shining example.
But ultimately, I like the world best when it’s a happy place. I like it when people support one another, and I like it when the general population feels like part of the same team. Maybe that’s why I like the Olympics. There’s a lot of pride, a lot of camaraderie and a lot of “we may be competing against each other, but let’s motivate each other, too.”
Yesterday, I saw this:
It warmed my sometimes-cold heart.
On August 5, Kara Goucher and Desiree Davila will both run the Olympic marathon. Sure, they’re both representing the USA, but they’re absolutely competing against each other as well. They can’t both win the gold medal.
I know it’s just a Tweet, and it’s a silly little thing, but I thought it was cool.
We keep hearing all about how Kara Goucher and Shalane Flanagan are training besties (yes, I did just say besties — I work at a teen magazine, people), and Desi’s name isn’t often dropped in with theirs because she doesn’t train with them. I’m not sure if the three of them have regular sleepovers or nights out together with hair braiding and toenail painting, but I do know that if these things are happening, my invitation just got lost in the mail.
Girls can be downright cruel, and I don’t know why, but this week I’ve witnessed an overwhelming amount of negativity and meanness. It makes me sad.
Maybe just for a little while we can all act more like Olympians. Work together. Support and motivate each other.
Give pats on the back and congratulatory sweat hugs. We can hate each other on the race course, and high five each other afterward, right?
So act a little bit like a proud Olympian today. A nice one. I know they’re probably not all nice.
Hey, apparently that also means leading quite the rowdy lifestyle. Live it up, kids. Embrace the spirit.
Be kind. Be happy. Smile more. Find a gold medal. Wear it.
And have a wonderful weekend!
[This post brought to you by Ali On The Rest. My thoughts are significantly less coherent on days when I don't wake up and run. Really. Take it all with a tiny grain of salt. And maybe some French fries.]