Letting Go of Envy
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I hate the Olympics.
Growing up, I was a swimmer. It was a big part of my identity–three different teams took up significant parts of my mornings, evenings, weekends and summers.
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Then in 2000, I was watching the amazing Amanda Beard at the summer Olympics, and it hit me: she was only a couple older than me. She’d already won medals in the last Olympics, at 14 years old. She was up there on the world stage, and I was at home on my couch.
Ever since, the Olympics, a messy mix of emotions. I still get that sense of wonder and awe. But I also can’t quite let go of that sense that I don’t cut it.
