What have I done in the last three months?I wish I had a good, clean, heroic answer for you -- something that would knock your socks off and move your heart to dance a jig. I wish I could tell you that life in the past three months was perfect, pretty and certain, like an impeccably painted image of Olympic triumph narrated by Bob Costas.
The Olympic experience -- for both the triumphant and the defeated -- is powerful. So powerful, that poems are written about it, songs sung of it and movies made of it, but most of all, dreams are born of it.
Fun. I am not talking the band -- I am talking about last night. Pristinely clad (for the first time) in our white ensembles, we danced the tango on the blue turf of Riverbank Arena with our Pan American nemesis, Argentina, on Tuesday.
Back slumped against the wall, legs extended, exhausted yet relieved, I sat on the training room table.Katie, the team physio, looked at me quizzically. "What happened to you? You were supposed to be back from your run at 12:15.
Dear Self,Be vulnerable. Put yourself out there. Communicate. Ask for help. Let others make you better. Give kindness and receive it. Share your load. Don't hide behind bravado, or pretty hair.
Rachel Dawson will be blogging for espnW in the lead-up to this summer's London Olympics. Check back in a few weeks for more from Dawson, and read her previous posts here.Seven years of French, three of Latin, two of Dutch, and I am still completely hopeless in Spain.