We heart the games

Dad and son catching a few events. This image of the two of them made me laugh, I just had to run and grab the camera.

There is just something about the Olympics that draws us in. We can't get enough. Normally, I would not care about ski jumpers or speed skaters or ice sweepers (okay, I'll admit, I hate curling...glorified shuffleboard on ice, that's a whole other story). But when you put those 5 rings together and give me the stories of those athletes' lives, I'm a total sucker. The pageantry, the athleticism, the pride in each country. I. LOVE. IT.

So when the Olympics come to town, er, TV, it is relaxing having 2 full weeks of knowing something is on that you want to watch when you want to watch it, but nothing that you have to watch when life is too busy for TV and the sun is shining out.

However, I do not highly recommend trying to fall asleep to the figure skating that they keep putting on at nearly midnight. (Why is this now considered prime time when usually that slot is for the late late late show, and no one is watching. I was so excited to be in the same time zone this year, and no dice for reasonable hours) The pit in my stomach as I will the skaters not to fall is adrenaline pumping and does not allow for easy drifting off. Yawn.

I'm teaching the girls the Olympic song. Do-do-duh-do-do-do-do. dodododotodooooo. You know the one. I just realized I'm not great at typing out a tune via keyboard. Just as I can't hummdinger worth a damn either. Extra credit to you if you know what I'm referring to when I say hummdinger, and DOUBLE extra credit to you if you've ever had to be my partner during said hummdinger when it's my turn.

Okay anyway, a little off track.

Each person at the Olympics has worked their entire life for this moment. Each fall or clean performance was the most important moment of their life so far. I cannot imagine that kind of pressure, whether you fail or when you succeed. I try to imagine something I wanted so badly and worked so hard for, and I really can't. The stories draw you in, and they make you want it for them so badly. I think I mentioned before, I.LOVE.IT. That is my kind of reality show.

Today I'm on day 19 of the 30 day shred. I feel great, and sore, and smaller, and stronger, and confident that I can get to March 2 doing all 30 days. Whoa! 30 days! I've never worked out 19 days in a row in my whole life. Ever. Now I try to imagine staying dedicated to work on something since I was nine years old. It is unfathomable to me. To most of us.

But that's what makes it so Amazing.