High-Speed Competition Sitting
We enjoyed a little blizzard on Sunday, so venturing very far from the house was out of the question. It was a perfect opportunity to cozy up to the fire, eat, play music, play with the kids, take long naps, eat, take short naps, eat...you get the picture. The weather outside was frightful, but the Olympics were quite delightful. Nothing will make you feel less like an Olympian than eating ice cream sandwiches on the couch while watching cross country skiers in superhero outfits bust their butts in Torino. My favorite game to play while watching the Olympics is the "See, I'm still young enough to do that" game. There are 50+ year olds in the luge. See, I'm still young enough to do that. There are downhill skiers older than me, so I can still do that. I'm probably way too old to be an ice skater, but there's too much drama in that competition anyway, so who cares. Not to mention their outfits are usually hideous. They should have points deducted for some of those eye sores.
But let's face it. I will never be an Olympian. Or an athlete, really, for that matter. I did all kinds of sports growing up, but I think the closest I ever got to that Olympics sensation was when I was taking downhill ski lessons at thirteen and our instructor set up a little race track on the mountain for us, complete with flags and I remember skiing down that thing as fast as I could, feeling exhilarated and kind of out of control, my heart pounding in my ears. Maybe that's a little taste of what these competitors feel when they're in the heat of the race; those moments when they can't hear the roar of the crowd, just the buzz in their head as they go through all the motions. I'd run in a couple of road races too, but all I remember from them was feeling like I wanted to puke after. I imagine that's not often what an Olympian feels like. At least I hope not.
But getting back to Sunday. I didn't feel bad not being a competitor, out in the cold, with all eyes on me. I was happy to be inside, warm, relaxed and entertained throughout the day.
And I totally took the gold in the couch slug event.
But let's face it. I will never be an Olympian. Or an athlete, really, for that matter. I did all kinds of sports growing up, but I think the closest I ever got to that Olympics sensation was when I was taking downhill ski lessons at thirteen and our instructor set up a little race track on the mountain for us, complete with flags and I remember skiing down that thing as fast as I could, feeling exhilarated and kind of out of control, my heart pounding in my ears. Maybe that's a little taste of what these competitors feel when they're in the heat of the race; those moments when they can't hear the roar of the crowd, just the buzz in their head as they go through all the motions. I'd run in a couple of road races too, but all I remember from them was feeling like I wanted to puke after. I imagine that's not often what an Olympian feels like. At least I hope not.
But getting back to Sunday. I didn't feel bad not being a competitor, out in the cold, with all eyes on me. I was happy to be inside, warm, relaxed and entertained throughout the day.
And I totally took the gold in the couch slug event.
4 Comments:
At 9:35 AM, Anonymous said…
Regarding your comment about the hideous skating costumes, I DO believe that points can be deducted if they are in violation of costume requirements and in poor taste as well. I thought for sure I read that officially somewhere, like in a newspaper article on Nationals like ten years ago. There are costume requirements and deductions, you just don't see that mentioned when the performances are being scored.
I know what you mean about admitting when you're not destined for the Olympics. I swim laps and don't even try to unnofficially race the swimmers in the other lanes. I do it for me and for the exercise benefits on MY body, not to win anything! Something tells me that non-competitive spirit would not cut it on the Olympic level, for some reason. Call it a hunch!
At 11:01 AM, Anonymous said…
Unless eating or snacking or blogging :) becomes an Olympic sport, I'll never be attending as a competitor.
I missed you! Glad to see you are back :)
At 1:51 PM, Kristen said…
Jody-I figured there were some rules regarding their attire having to be "appropriate" in terms of tastefulness, but I don't think they've got a "those sequined stripes are burning out my eyeballs" deduction yet. With skating being such a popular spectator sport, I'm surprised all the high-fashion lords aren't all over this, designing for the skaters. Perhaps it would make a good reality series. I mean a bad reality series.
Kristen- Oh, I'm all over the place lately. My blogging is sporadic, at best. We're in the process of selling and buying a home so things are a bit crazy for me right now. I will get over to your blog soon! Been meaning to catch up on your hilarious escapades...Remind me to tell you MY weaning stories...
At 8:21 AM, Anonymous said…
Please do - specifically what the hell to do with the aching boobies. AAAAAHHHHHH... I was only down to one 5 minute feeding before bed.
AND now, the PAIN....
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