It’s been quite an exhausting adventure. My day consists of writing, researching, and interviewing winning athletes all day.
I live and breathe the Olympics, but I feel like I haven’t really experienced Sochi, until now.
Friday was a good day -- actually, a glorious day. I ventured out of Olympic Park and to the beaches of the Black Sea.
It was late Friday morning, Thursday night for you folks, and I was going live from the Black Sea for the 11:30 p.m. newscast. For the first time, I didn’t feel like I was scrambling, running around, walking for miles.
I just sat on the beach... and stared. Stared at the Black Sea, which looked blue to me. It was a beautiful, clear, sunny day in the mid 60s.
I touched the water and just wanted to jump in, even though it was only 50 degrees. But I had no bathing suit and a live shot in 30 minutes, so it couldn’t happen, at least not today.
Just being there was enough to revive me, rejuvenate me.
I now know why it’s called the Russian Riviera.
I finally have a day off on Sunday and I’m heading straight to the Black Sea for some more R&R.