Le mon juste?

I have taken to watching a few highlights online, just to keep my Olympics curiosity satisfied, and I have to say that by far the most enjoyable event I've seen this week is the women's skateboarding. I can't even remember what it was called exactly, but I mean the one where they do a series of three runs around a skate park, throwing in as many tricks and turns and toss-abouts as they can, and then get marked by watching judges. There were eight of them in the final, and what I loved was the camaraderie among the competitors. They all genuinely wanted to win the gold, but they were also genuinely happy to see their rivals succeed. It was like a bunch of mates just hanging out together and supporting each other and edging each other on to loftier heights. The standard of what they were doing was exemplary, the excitement levels built and built (with 7 of the 8 achieving their highest scores with their final runs) and the commentary - by Tim Warwood, Mark Churchill and a lady whose name I didn't catch (and can't seem to find anywhere on the BBC website) - was nothing short of brilliant.
My only slight unease at the whole thing was the fact that most of them are in their early teens! Sky Brown - the British bronze medallist - is only 16, but has already been professional for more than three years, and has already suffered a torn MCL in her knee and a dislocated shoulder; all at the age when her body is still growing and developing and finding itself. One wonders what state they will be in physically as they approach their mid-twenties. They might be in worse condition than some of the old gymnasts that were put through too much trauma in their youth in their pursuit of excellence.
And shouldn't they all be concentrating on their studies, instead of swanning about in kneepads and sponsored apparel?
I think it's just my parental side kicking in, and wanting to protect them, but who am I to criticise?  If I was so skilled at something when I was 13 that people wanted to take me out of school and take me around the world, and the only negative side was a few injuries here and there and the threat of future arthritis, would I have objected? No, of course not, I'd have been rushing to the airport as quick as my skateboard wheels could get me there.

RC 7-8-24