The gymnasts are still blurry, but this time I’m plopped in the middle of an arena, in front of a giant floor mat, where a lithe young man performs eye-popping flips. I turn around just in time to see another athlete sprinting towards a vault, his body a fast-moving smudge. Farther away I catch a speck of a person twirling effortlessly on a pommel horse. I’m in the middle of the action, right where I belong. I control what event I watch, and it feels wildly empowering.
Mimi kugeuka tu katika muda wa kuona mwanamichezo mwingine sprinting kwa kuba, mwili wake haraka-kusonga smudge. Mbali mbali zaidi mimi kukamata tundu ya mtu mpekecho effortlessly juu ya pommel farasi.