You all know how much I enjoy the Olympics. They are truly life-altering lessons, unfolding every day on your TV screen.
I remember watching an event one afternoon that resembled cross-country skiing. And as it is only fair when you take a group of world-class athletes, you put the bumper crop of athletes in the front so that the second tier world-class athletes don’t screw things up.
I have no problem with stacking the deck. Put the fastest guys up front. That is okay with me.
The gun sounds, and like it is often the case when you have a group of world-class athletes trying to accomplish their life-long dream, somebody makes a mistake…and then more people follow suit until you have one giant ooops.
A skier with #4 on his chest – one of the favorites – was smack dab in the middle of the pile. And to complicate matters, competitors from all over the globe were trying to ski over him, through him, under him and around him. This was not a pretty sight, blue skies or no blue skies. This guy, as they say in New Jersey, was %$#$%^&. The announcers could not believe what they were seeing. This was front page news and of the “not-so-good” variety.
This guy, after years of training was pulling snow out of his ears a full 3 seconds into the race, not to mention actively dodging the pointed end of the poles from eight other competitors. (Two per)
But, (and this is why I love the Olympics and world-class competitors) while the world was feeling sorry for this mug, #4 had other thoughts in mind. (Oh, did I mention that after he grabbed his composure and got back on his feet, he realized that he had broken his ski during the NASCAR-Type pile up?)
When I got back to the couch after cracking another cold one to help wash down my utter disbelief of what I had just witnessed on my non-HDTV round screen Panasonic, I saw #4 go from dead last to second from dead last. He earned my admiration right then and there. But he wasn’t finished yet. This guy had his Alpine Mo-Jo working on this particular Sunday, and soon he was third from last. I wasn’t on the edge of my seat yet, but I was taking smaller sips of beer looking over the rim of my beer can.
In the interest of time, I think you can now guess the rest of the story. #4 was in the race and he somehow managed to finish second, earning (and I do mean earning) a silver medal after taking gas and starting the day just in front of the Zamboni sweeper.
Hey! Don’t ever count yourself out, even after getting run over by a handful of macho Olympians. What ever it is you are doing in life or in business, “It ain’t over ’til it’s over.”
Regardless of what it is you are doing for a living, go pretend it is an Olympic Event and start skiing (working) your little backside off. When you fall down, get up. When you are last, move up to second from last. And don’t stop until you hear the National Anthem – yours or someone else’s.
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