Today I watched the world's fastest man, Usain Bolt, run the hundred meters in the Rio Olympics. Sure, I was at work and it was on the screen in the kitchen but the electricity that charged through my body when that man strode out in the last twenty meters was amazing. Goosebumps! Over in 10.07 seconds he's a sight to behold.
At twenty nine he's probably considered a little over the hill for athletics but the man is an entertainer without being a show off. The way he hushed the crowd before the race demonstrated to me that despite his prowess he still needs to concentrate on the task at hand (a brief insight to his human side). He knows he's good, no one doubts his claim to fame, and he is rightfully proud of his achievements. But, he's not gloating; he is genuinely happy and it is a delight to see.
I am in awe of the man. Congratulations to you Mr Bolt (if ever there were a more apt name, I don't know it)! Thank you for gracing my eyes with your perfect stride and impressive form and for coupling it with a great attitude - you are a pleasure to watch and epitomise why I love to watch the Olympics even though I shun from all other sport at all other times.
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