My favorite part of the Olympics is watching the Medal Ceremonies. Seeing grown men cry with joy as their national anthem play is just moving. How can you not be moved being seeing someones years of devotion and willpower accumulate to that proud moment for them and their country? It’s physically seeing someone’s dream come true.
When I found out I got into the DCP I was in my little dorm room with my roommate and it went a little something like this:
but that was it. just the two of us freaking out, I was still in my chef clothes. No one else saw that genuine moment of pure happiness for me, no one else saw the smile from ear to ear or the tears of joy coming from my eyes. I didn’t get a medal, the Star Spangled Banner wasn’t playing in the background, I wasn’t on a podium in front of millions of people.
How can you not get goosebumps over it? Especially when it’s your anthem that you hear and an athlete from your country on the podium.
You don’t just watch the Olympics for the races and the competition
to see dreams come true.