Olympic athletes, wow! They are super athletes, super human, I could never be like that. No, they are just humans like everyone else who train hard and sacrifice to be the best at something. That is something we can take to heart and learn from. But that's really not the focus of this post.
I've had a bad week and a half, emotionally. I'm worried about my family, trying to be supportive over the phone until I can get there next week. To add to that, one of our most beloved co-workers, Caroline, passed away last week. My work family is devastated because Caroline was really special. Special because she did a thankless job, a job of changing dirty diapers and dirty linens, cleaning dirty dentures and removing dirty food trays and she did it with such joy, always with a smile on her face and hug for her patients and co-workers. Her memorial service is tomorrow and though I dread it, I will not miss one last chance to say goodbye to a person whom I will miss so much.
Though I haven't let it derail my healthy behaviors for the most part, I have not missed a workout, I admit to having a few moments of feeling sorry for myself and a few episodes of nervous snacking (nuts and raisins, haven't found any M&M's in the couch cushions) over the past 10 days. But something I saw the other night really gave me a new perspective on my situation. Joannie Rochette, the Canadian figure skater, came out skated a beautiful and moving short program on Tuesday evening despite having lost her beloved mother from a heart attack just a few nights before. Her strength and courage really moved me, made think that yes, I can be strong, too. Even when faced with things that make me want to curl up in a ball and eat chocolate frosting from the can until I am numb.
That to me is the Olympic Spirit, I hope to absorb some of that and carry it with me on my journey. I hope you will, too.