Have any great novels been written about the Olympics?
I don’t think so. On Amazon I found only a few minor novels and quite a few childrens’ books, but that’s it.
And this is odd when you think about it, because the Olympics really are extraordinary events full of extraordinary people and a whole lotta drama and heart and soul. Yet I myself have never had a literary inspiration from them.
My body, however, can suffer from Olympics inspiration.
This last week when I was watching the ice dancers, snowboarders and skiers, I wondered if I could even get into some of those positions. Like when ice skaters crouch down on one leg, hold the other leg straight out and off the ice, and spin like crazy on a thin blade while slowly rising and changing into other positions. Could I do that?
Remember—this Becoming Layla blog started with my learning to do physically whatever my hotshot character Layla Daltry can do. And I like to think of myself as being in basic good shape. But could I get into that deep position and hold it for several seconds before slowly moving up? Just on my shoeless feet, no blades, no spinning, and while lightly grasping a chair with one hand for balance?
The answer is no.
On Friday and Saturday I tried to do as much over and over, only to discover that my body should be a whole lot stronger than it is. So for those two days I worked on those movements and plenty of others, and pushed myself not to the limit but pretty far.
Today is Sunday and my body really, really hurts.
Seriously, writing an epic novel about the Olympics would be easier than getting into the kind of shape those phenom athletes are in. My admiration for them is now boundless.
How about you—are the Olympics inspiring you? Will you write The Great Olympics Story? Maybe take up the luge?
And I’d appreciate it if someone could explain to me how athletes steer those luges while moving so freaky fast.