What without living!

Now that the competition has drawn down the blind and the fanfare that announces the reconquest of the media space almost entirely by the football hosts is already being heard, I have the feeling that, as if it were a Gasol completely at a hundred, those of Tokyo will be my last Games in this form of Olympic writing. It is not that I have stopped liking sport, far from it, nor that I believe that everything has already been seen or said, because as has been shown again, each Olympic event is a brand new world, full of surprises, great stories, unexpected heroes and new specialties to discover. The thing does not go there. The reason for my resignation is another: there are more and more things that alter my nervous system, and the doctor has told me that although I am made an oak, it would be good for me to avoid the frights.

For example, sports gymnastics. This comes from afar according to what I wrote in my 2012 London Olympic diary. “Gymnastics creates an almost unbearable tension for me. Every time an athlete sets out to perform an exercise, I fear they will make a mistake, misplace one foot, and fall. But how are they not going to fall off the bar, which looks like the edge of a sharp knife ”. Nine years later, nothing has changed and as it is easy to imagine, the only test of Simone Biles I saw in a delayed way knowing the result.

Another example. The relays in athletics, especially the rapids. We have seen so many times terrible postas for badly given or directly fallen to the tartan (there was a time when the USA were so spare that they did not train it and gave the cante every two by three) that the image has stayed with me, and each time I see one of these races, until the last reliever has the witness and the danger has passed, I cannot enjoy those human bullets.

I will not talk about basketball, that I am a little mourning for the double setback and other issues already mentioned, but I will talk about handball, whose career has been extremely tachycardic. If someone is into strong emotions, this has been their sport. More things, the march, of which I was a

until recently. Well, I have left it. Seeing them for hours walking and almost running with the sword of the judges about to fall on them, that is a torment that I can no longer bear.

Now, I know that this is precisely what makes sport attractive and engages the viewer. But for me and despite my origins, it no longer works for me. Perhaps the solution is to be less empathetic and to be able to forget what is at stake. Do not take into account that behind each Olympian there is a lot of enthusiasm, huge training loads and also gives up some pleasant things in life, said this without any victimhood. It would also be good for me not to think about Guadiana sports, those that appear on the media and popular radar only every four years. Your circumstances are dire. Prepare for 48 months, play it many times in a couple of minutes and pull it off, wait more than 1,400 days for another chance. If you achieve your goal, fine, but if you lose, what a long and hard journey awaits you.As if not to spend half the competition with your hands covering your eyes.

To top it all, there are those of now or never again.

Those who you know are facing their last dance and we will not see them again in this position.

Those who have previously won, you want them to win in the final fight.

And to those who have not reached Olympic glory, because you pray to the Greek gods, the only ones that exist in the sports universe, so that they have a detail with people who have deserved it.

Total, that between some things and others is a sinvivir.

But hey, the same is the fatigue after so many intense days.

In the end I do the same to myself a Laia Palau and after announcing the withdrawal, I return to Paris 2024, confirming that the goat throws to the mountain.

You never know.

Until then, and with your permission, I am retiring to my rooms.

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