My love for the Olympics began when I was 7 years old. It was during 1988 summer games in Seoul Korea. I was watching the women's 100 metre sprint when I caught my first glimpse of American runner Florence Griffith-Joyner. She was the epitome of beauty,grace, and strength, plus,she was fast*. She went on to win three gold medals that year,all while wearing red,white and blue nail polish on her gorgeous long nails :) From that point on,Flo-Jo became my ultimate role model. I grew my nails long just like her,I began sprinting just like her,and I took to competing in pink athletic tights.Just like Flo-Jo. An injury to my Achilles tendon cut my track career short,but I never forgot what,and who inspired me to take up the sport in the first place. The Olympic games brings out the dreamer in all of us,and I can't help but think what might have been, if not for my injury. I was heartbroken when Flo-Jo passed away in 1998,but I am eternally grateful to her for being the inspiration for a shy,skinny kid from Middle-of-Nowhere, Canada to break out of her shell and start running.