The Knitting Olympics, Part 3
It turns out that just watching the Olympics is something of an endurance test (on the west coast, NBC’s prime-time Olympics’ coverage starts at 8:00 and doesn’t end until midnight most nights). Add knitting to the mix, and it’s like one of those combined sports…I’m thinking of the one where skiers ski through a blizzard and then shoot at stuff. (OK, they’re not shooting at “stuff,” they’re shooting at targets.)
Last night, sitting on the couch, trying to keep my eyes open until the very last figure skater had performed his short program, while simultaneously working the bind-off of a sweater shoulder, I felt like: those skiers and me? Aren’t we more alike than we are different? Aren’t we all digging deep within ourselves for the perseverance, the grit, and the determination needed to achieve our goals? To do our best? To go for the gold?
It’s true that I can’t ski through a blizzard and shoot at stuff (targets) (and they, quite possibly, can’t knit), but those are just details.
P.S. Staying awake long enough to see Takahiko Kozuka of Japan skate to Jimi Hendrix’s “Bold as Love” was SO worth it.