We weren't sure how much of the Olympics we'd get to see without access to regular television broadcasting or reliable limitless internet, so we decided to visit the Olympic Training Center near San Diego to get a little taste of the experience in spite of this.
It wasn't quite as impressive as I'd thought, since most of it was under construction, but it was neat to see Olympic caliber athletes walking to and from their practice fields, hear the music blasting in the strength training facility, and pick oranges right off the trees in the honorary orange grove at the end of the Olympic Trail we walked as a family.
On the way back to the car, we raced.
Those are Maeryn's flip flops, above. She ran right out of them in order to gain an advantage on the rest of us.
She also informed us that she is ready to train here today, and we should just leave her. We explained she might need to work a little more and get a little older and narrow down her sporting options first.
This was met with much pouting and frustration as we exited the facility.
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