I have to say, I really didn't care at all about the Olympics this year until the day before the opening ceremony, but now I'm kind of into it. Watching the women's marathon inspired me to go running today, which was really hard. Both Olympic track and Emma's cross-country bike feat are making me want to get back in shape again and go running every day. As it is, it's kind of embarrassing to stagger home after two miles. The marathon was cool, with its scenic tour of Tiannamen Square, and NBC aired the whole thing during prime time.
Obviously, Michael Phelps is awesome to watch. Dara Torres is inspirational. Shawn Johnson is, hands down, the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life, and Jamaica's Usain Bolt is just phenomenal. Even though ball sports aren't my thing, I'm surprised at how much I've enjoyed beach volleyball, especially the American teams of May-Walsh and Rogers-Dalhausser (the latter of whom looks like both Jim Carville and Billy Corgan). The Chinese synchronized diving was the most scarily beautiful thing I've seen in awhile. I got to check out some trampoline and badminton last night, both of which were also surprisingly captivating. Having reminded myself how to knit, I've been working on a scarf during my hours of Olympic watching. If I'm going to watch sports, I have to be doing something else concurrently -- preferably something as nerdy as possible, like knitting, or sudoku, to cancel out the concession to patriotic jock worship I feel compromises my character. Of course I'm being slightly facetious here, but the multitasking is a great way to create the illusion that I'm not wasting time at all.
I think I should start a running blog or something, not that I'm going to keep up with it religiously, but because it's more economical than a paper log and I'd really like to get back into a routine. I've essentially been sick for a year and am staring at square one, but I can accept that. If Emma can bike across the USA, I can run across town for sure.
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