I am beside myself with excitement for the return of the Summer Olympics. Every four years I am glued to the telly watching athletes compete in sports I could only dream of being a part of for as long as I can remember. And every four years, when these athletes are pushing themselves both mentally and physically to places beyond my realm of comprehension, I'm overwhelmed by their tenacious spirit.
This summer, I'll be one of millions screaming at the television set and living vicariously through these champions; I'll be in the pool, on the track, on the balance beam and on the podium, covered in goosebumps (or is it chicken skin? What do you call it?), my heart swelling with pride.