One of my close friends has been giving me grief about finishing my Olympic blog. i didn't realize it until now, but I left it in a cliff hanger. So here are my thoughts in retrospect of the 2008 Olympic Games, my experience and the experiences that lay before me.
The night of the final was just another day playing Javelin. I was so relaxed and ment to be there. In warming up, I was continuing to have difficulties with both my knees. I knew that my best chance of throwing far would have to be early in the competition. I opened the Olympic final with a throw of 80.90m. I improved my mark from the qualifying round by almost 50cm. My knees felt like they were going to blow. However, I wanted more than just making the final. I ran a little harder on my second attempt and came up short (78m). At this point I questioned whether I had one more throw in my knees. I was currently sitting in 8th place going into the third round, but was passed up coming into my last throw (top 8 places get three more throws). I came down the runway with doubt in my head. I tried to block it out, but my knees were killing me. I planted my left leg to throw and it gave out. I hobbled thru the end of the runway and put my head down in shame.
I was passed by one more thrower in the third round, to finish 10th. Looking back at what I did at the Olympic Games, I am extremely shocked, pleased and excited to the potential of the future. 










Hidy and Howdy, the '88 official mascots



