I watched the men's 50k speed walking event last night. An Italian man won and he was so far ahead that he crossed the finish line before the second place walker (*snicker*) even entered the stadium. As soon as he was in the home stretch, his face contorted and he burst into tears.
Which meant I burst into tears.
I can't believe I cried over speed walking! He crossed the finish line, then sought out his coach or father (I'm not sure which it was), and still no sign of the other walkers. When the #2 guy finally appeared, I started worrying that he would think he was in the first place. The real winner was over in the stands celebrating with the Italians and I couldn't help but wondering if #2 KNEW he wasn't the winner. He didn't seem "gold medal" happy, so I suppose he saw the rankings somewhere along the way, but still. Could you imagine not knowing?
Anyways, we leave for Acapulco tomorrow. I'll probably squeak out a post before we leave, but I'm not sure how often I'll make it online while we're there. The car is running - at the moment - so we're hoping we'll be able to drive there.
Have a great week everyone!