DOB Day 9: Extra! Extra!

Enough rambling from me already, right?! This (Wednesday) evening, I took a few minutes to compile a few of the Brazillion great stories from some of the best writers in the business, all of whom are here in Rio and I am lucky enough to call my colleagues and friends. Read these stories, marvel at the fact that they were written by exhausted humans on deadline in the middle of the night and yet still sing, and then follow this crew on Twitter so you can continue to follow their journeys in Rio. This is but a mosquito-bite-sized taste of their brilliance and only a sampling of the incredible gold-medal journalists working in Rio.

DOB Day 8: The Best Ever

In my 20s, my friends often teased me for a three-word saying they believed I overused. “Is it really, Alyssa?” they’d ask. “Is it really ‘the best ever’?”

Here they come, medals around necks!

Here they come, medals around necks!

DOB Day 7: Righting (Writing?) My Brain

Instead of my typical middle-of-the-night entry, I’m writing this one first thing in the morning (on Tuesday) but still reporting on yesterday’s experience. I’m sure this won’t be the last time I do so. These are late nights … and it takes me a good half hour before bed to get the makeup off my face. Last night, that left zero extra energy for blogging.

DOB Day 6: Sometimes You Eat the Bear …

… Sometimes the bear eats you.

My dad loves that saying, and he’d tell you he was on to it well before Sam Elliott uttered it in a thick cowboy drawl in The Big Lebowski. As a kid, I never quite understood what it meant. I’d never known anyone to eat a bear.

DOB Day 5: Skating Through My Day

I don’t know why I’m so tired tonight. Thinking back over my day … I did an interview, some writing and recorded a video piece. On paper, that does not sound all that tiring.

But wait …

8 am – wake up (surprisingly tiring act this morning)

DOB Day 4: Opening Ceremonies. Done.

Last May, I came to Brazil to shadow surfer John John Florence and his film crew on the final surf trip for his much-awaited film, View From a Blue Moon. It was a special week.

A blurry view of Copacabana Beach from the Nike house.

A blurry view of Copacabana Beach from the Nike house.

DOB Day 3: Step To It

We’re still one day from Friday night’s Opening Ceremonies at Maracana stadium and yet the soccer tournament is two days deep (the U.S. women won their opening group play match against New Zealand 1-0) and I’ve already logged approximately 30,000 steps on my bracelet that counts your steps. This seemed like a necessary addition to my wardrobe because how would I know how many steps I took each day if I didn’t count them? Apparently it’s important to know.

DOB Day 2: Hit the Ground Sprinting

THURSDAY, AUG. 4, 2:30 a.m.

Rio Or Bust!

As I type this, I am two hours into a 10-hour flight from Houston to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, a flight I’ve taken four times before, but for many reasons feels different this time. (Still no WiFi, though.) On those previous trips, I hadn’t yet heard of the Zika virus, Brazil showed promise of economic and political stability, and my suitcase was filled with bikinis, not long-sleeved shirts, and sunblock instead of bug spray. Much has changed since my first visit in 2010.

The DOB Returns for Rio!

For the past eight years and five Olympics, I’ve written a Daily Olympics Blog — a once-a-day personal journal about what it’s like to cover the Olympics. Like this blog itself, it’s been a way for me to share the stories behind the stories I write while I’m on the clock at ESPN.