Nov. 6: Hannah Olds, women's soccer

Hannah Olds standing in uniform on honeycomb gray hornet of the week background.

Olds rhymes with goals. Sort of. At least last weekend it did, when women’s soccer forward Hannah Olds scored four of them in the the Old Dominion Athletic Conference tournament to help Lynchburg win the title. We’ll call that a Hornet of the Week performance for the senior:

 

Major: Exercise physiology

Career Aspirations: Physical therapist

Coke or Pepsi? Coke

Chipotle or Moe's? Moe’s

Apple or Android? Apple

Twitter or Instagram? Instagram

What is the last movie you watched?

Bohemian Rhapsody

If someone could follow you and narrate your life for a day, who would it be?

Morgan Freeman

What is your favorite place to eat in Lynchburg?

El Jefe

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

Flying

What is your spirit animal?

Pygmy goat

Who do you most admire and why?

My Pop Pop is my hero. He's the strongest, most positive man with the biggest heart in the world.

Tell an embarrassing or funny story about yourself or your team:

The summer after my sophomore year, our team took a trip to Costa Rica. One of the numerous tourist activities you can do in Costa Rica is whitewater rafting. I had never been before, so I'm getting really excited to try something new. We're in our raft groups getting into the river when our tour guide explains to us the different grades of rapids within the river. The first rapid that we'd encounter was named "morning coffee." So, my raft is starting to approach "morning coffee," and we're starting to get a little freaked out when we realize that there is a bit of a drop and the waters are looking awfully rough. My group’s raft enters "morning coffee" and decides to flip over. I'm the lucky recipient who's the first one the fall out of the raft. Meanwhile, my five other teammates proceed to fall out of the raft on top of me, pushing me farther and farther down into the water. While I'm busy drowning, my teammates get pulled out back into the raft by our guide. Of course I am the only one who's been left to fend for her life. I then proceed to float down the river for a solid two minutes...alone...slamming into rocks...choking on the Costa Rican waters. After seeing the light, my raft finally gets to me and rips me out of the water while I check to see if I'm still alive. Long story short, I'll never go whitewater rafting again.

--LYN--