The Olympics continues to bring people to the front of their TV sets, and many will carry on the memories and tradition of sitting around the living room with family, watching the world’s greatest athletes compete for international recognition.



Some may watch the Olympics for entertainment purposes, and others may have a dream to participate in years to come.

Like many others, I could see myself in the Olympics, however, not necessarily as an athlete.

Each summer, the MBU women’s volleyball team spends two days in June and July conducting mini-camps, which include five-hour practices with hour-long breaks in between.

For break, we typically gather around and watch indoor volleyball.

We always laughed during timeouts, “Look at those sweepers go,” we said, referring to the crew members who swept the floors and kept them clean.

We would joke and think we had a chance to go to the Olympics to clean the courts some day.



The Olympics have always held a special place in my heart.

The struggle, the injuries, the finances and the crushing defeats all capture my heart with the emotions of these great champions.

One of my fondest memories of the Olympics occurred in the Beijing Olympics in summer 2008.

When I was 14 years old in my freshman year of high school, Michael Phelps won the most gold medals total of any Olympian.

I remember broadcasters predicting his imminent success, analyzing his physique and comparing him to other swimmers.

As the swimming events continued, my family and friends grew enraptured with the American Phelps.

Every gold medal Phelps received set a new record for that particular swimming category.

Watching Phelps’ success exhilarated me and encouraged me that with work and faith, success is possible, even for non-athletes.