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Leaving Tokyo: The Olympic moments one reporter brings home

My favorite moment in Tokyo happened when I wasn鈥檛 watching.聽

At the men鈥檚 team gymnastics final July 26, Sam Mikulak, the ebullient American veteran, finished his vault, celebrated, and walked back to his seat. On the way he passed and high-fived each member of the rival Russian Olympic Committee squad, except for former world champion Artur Dalaloyan. He, despite showing no great interest, got a hug.聽

Mr. Mikulak leaned forward, as though he were hugging his mother. Mr. Dalaloyan leaned back, as though he were hugging a squid聽鈥� but emerged with grinning eyes.聽

While this happened, I sat about 100 feet away in the parallel press tribune, having turned back to my computer after Mr. Mikulak鈥檚 vault. It wasn鈥檛 until later, , that I saw what I鈥檇 missed.聽

How appropriate.聽

For me, these three weeks in Tokyo have been a mosaic of small, face-to-face moments 鈥� impossible to see from afar, and sometimes even up close.聽

I鈥檝e seen a Japanese bus driver speak Castilian Spanish with a group of reporters from Madrid. (鈥�Porque amo Espa帽a,鈥� he responded when they asked him why he learned the language.) I鈥檝e listened to flight attendants excitedly wishing good luck to the Ecuadorian athletes sitting nearby. I鈥檝e ridden with a French journalist who offered me a seat in her cab after my bus schedule randomly changed. I鈥檝e been chaperoned through an unfamiliar city by thousands of polite volunteers.聽

These moments are just as much a part of the Olympics as medals or the opening ceremony, yet over a lifetime of watching the Games on TV, I鈥檝e missed them. But as with Mr. Mikulak鈥檚 hug, neither one fewer set of eyes nor a reluctant Russian can stand in the way. Even if no one is watching, they happen.

The last month, I鈥檝e wondered whether and why the Olympics are worth it. Interest in hosting the Games is down, and Tokyo is likely to decrease it. These are set to be the most expensive Olympics of all time. , alongside trust in the International Olympic Committee, the payoff seems lower than ever.聽

As I consider the other side of that scale, though, I return to those moments of kindness, isolated but inseparable interactions. These, I鈥檝e decided, are the Olympics鈥� best argument. No matter where the Games take place, they unroll a movable feast of humanity. Unlike any other sporting event, the entire world sits at the table.聽

Tokyo鈥檚 social distancing guidelines have discouraged routine acts of sportsmanship, like handshakes and high-fives. But over the last few weeks, athletes haven鈥檛 been able to help themselves. When Simone Biles returned from a mental health hiatus to compete in the balance beam final, each of her competitors approached her with congratulations. When 15-year-old skateboarder Okamoto Misugu fell on her final run, missing a medal and tearing up, the other finalists gathered around, picked her up, and carried her on their shoulders.聽

Watching Katie Ledecky dominate the 1,500-meter freestyle and Andre De Grasse dash to the 200-meter gold has been fun. But the value in sport isn鈥檛 in the competition. It鈥檚 what competition brings out of its competitors. This year, it鈥檚 brought solidarity on mental health, with potential benefits for the wider world of sports. It brought out resiliency from Olympians who adjusted their training to reach the postponed Games, and then their expectations as they entered empty arenas. It brought candor and kindness from athletes who approached their limits, endured, and then applauded others who did the same.聽

On my last day covering track and field, I spent almost 12 hours in the Olympic Stadium, baking in the kiln of a humid Tokyo summer. By the last event 鈥� the men鈥檚 200-meter final 鈥� I was tired and grimy, having sweat through two shirts, two masks, and three applications of deodorant.聽

I wanted to collapse in bed.

But I stayed and watched U.S. teammates Kenneth Bednarek and Noah Lyles place second and third, and then walk laps around the stadium draped in American flags. At one point, Mr. Lyles knelt and prayed.聽

My bus was coming, so I didn鈥檛 stay to chat with Mr. Lyles in the athlete-reporter mixed zone. The next day, though, I read what he had to say.聽

The last year hasn鈥檛 been what he wanted. There were times when his sport was no longer fun and he wanted to quit. One of the top sprinters in the world, Mr. Lyles at one point aimed to win three gold medals in Tokyo. He left with one bronze.聽

But before leaving, he told reporters about his struggles with mental health, and the difficulty he had coping at the Games. Speaking through tears, and even after a media official tried to end the interview, Mr. Lyles asked reporters to tell his story in case it would help anyone watching.

I thought about that request at Sunday鈥檚 closing ceremony聽鈥� held in the rainless evening of an otherwise stormy Sunday. As the Olympic cauldron burned nearby, athletes entered the stadium one last time. A Swedish man dressed in all yellow ran along the grass with a flag tied to his back. Some Australian athletes, sitting on teammates鈥� shoulders, hoisted an inflatable kangaroo. A DJ spun turntables as a brass band played 鈥淥de to Joy.鈥� The feast was over; this was the after-party. Soon, everyone invited would go home, and take something with them.聽

Mr. Lyles鈥� home is the same as mine, just a few miles apart in northern Virginia. Though we traveled different paths to Tokyo, we both had to find value in an unusual, restrained, sometimes ad hoc Olympics. His way was to run聽鈥� fast 鈥撀燼nd tell his story on a world stage; mine was to listen. And, sometimes, to share.

On Friday an employee at my hotel, who had just called a taxi for me, stepped into the lobby to talk. We鈥檇 chatted every few days throughout my trip, since she spoke perfect English and my Japanese barely exceeds 鈥�arigato.鈥�

She asked me what it was like finishing my 14-day quarantine and walking around the city 鈥� and admitted she was a bit jealous. As cases rose in Tokyo, she started limiting her time almost exclusively to home and work. It was hard, she said, watching so many people from outside Japan attend an Olympics the Japanese people couldn鈥檛.聽

So I thanked her, and told her how much the hospitality meant to a young reporter who knew these Games were a gift. She thanked me back, as I told her how Naomi Osaka climbed the steps to light the Olympic cauldron and how Hashimoto Daiki electrified a tiny crowd at the men鈥檚 team gymnastics final. I showed her some of the pictures I鈥檇 taken on my phone of Sunisa Lee, Novak Djokovic, and a host of drones that assembled a rotating globe at the opening ceremony.

She couldn鈥檛 watch any of it herself, but she was happy someone had the chance.