I am alive! I promise! And you've been in my thoughts, dear old blog, but alas, work has come between us. The last few weeks have been crazy! I've been working four ten hour days a week. Ten hours. With a room full of three-year-olds. So, needless to say, I'm not exactly in tip-top creative shape when I get home. But I have been gathering tons of material out of the mouths of babes. I'm working on a "Things I Hear at Work" post. And that brings me to one of my purposes for writing this post. I have decided to write at least twice a week. I will post every Tuesday and Saturday. Maybe more if you're lucky, but at least then. It may not be much, but my dear readers will get at least an indication that I am still alive and kicking. Figuratively, of course.
And now, without further ado, the real post for today.
Olympic Inspired.
I love, love, love the Olympics. Always have. This is incredible ironic because I am the world's least athletic individual, but I love them anyway. And today, I think I found my sport.
I need to preface this post by saying that I spent the weekend at my aunt's lake house, boating and swimming and tubing and watching my brother fish. I don't really touch fish or worms, and for some reason that is a problem when fishing. Go figure. But, when we came inside to re-apply sunscreen and eat Pringles, we would watch the Olympics. We watched my favorites, swimming (poor Michael Phelps) and gymnastics (Jordyn Wieber, if you're out there, I thought you should have made it!) We watched beach volleyball and water polo and skeet shooting and tennis and men's volleyball. I cheered for the USA and thought, when I grow up, I want to be in the Olympics. I used to think I would bike, but I wasn't balanced enough. Then I thought I'm swim, but I wasn't strong enough, and several water skiing attempts showed me that that wasn't it either. You have to stretch to do gymnastics and aim to shoot skeet. I just wasn't finding the right one for me.
Until this morning.
We had the television on as we packed to come back on. We saw the queen's stunt double and last night's recaps. And then I saw it. My sport.
Olympic Power Walking.
Ladies in Miss W.'s 7th grade P.E. class, you know what I'm talking about. Yes, that's right, it's an Olympic event. Elbows in, legs straight, rears out. Just like we used to do. We all used to hate it. They all laughed at us flailing around the track.
Who's laughing now?
Great post! I'm really enjoying your blog and am glad that more posts will be coming. I hope that you have not set too aggressive of a schedule for yourself. Seems like once a week might be a nice start.
ReplyDeleteAnyway as I've watched the Olympics this year I've been frustrated by seeing some of the sports that are still in the competition when others have been booted out, chiefly baseball and softball. I know this will sound controversial but why should beach volleyball be in the Olympics when normal volleyball already is? The same goes for things like synchronized diving, rhythmic gymnastics, and the myriad of shooting events. Let's have a couple shooting events but do we need so many? Speed walking is an interesting event that some might say needs to go but these others seem less needful.