Olympic Fever

So, I love the Olympic Games. I have decided it is because there are very few other examples in life of being on a world stage living out the pinnacle of your life dreams with such defined outcomes of success. I watch these athletes perform these amazing feats and always feel like such a sloth sitting on the couch. Look what I could have done if I had applied myself.

When I was 12, I set a goal that I was going to be the next gold medal winning Olympic gymnast. Yes I would dethrone Mary Lou Retton. I was unaware at the time that I was six inches too tall, 100 percent too inflexible, ten years too late, and about a hundred grand too poor. Plus there is something to be said for a child living a more balanced life than spending twelve hours a day in a gym. I was undeterred, nonetheless. If I wanted it bad enough, I could achieve it! Sadly, if you were to Google "gymnast Christy Whittaker", I am afraid nothing would come up. I fell a bit short of that dream, but I am buoyed by the presence of a 41-year old female swimmer this year. So I still can get that gold medal I have been coveting. I will only be 39 at the next Olympics, so I would be way younger than that lady. I don't really like swimming long distances though and all the gymnasts are pre-teens. I don't like sand in my hair so beach volleyball is out. I may place my bets on the hammer throw since I have one arm that is pretty strong from carrying a baby on my hip for six years straight. Until I decide for sure, I will continue my vigorous training regimen of running around the block once a week, if the weather allows it. Watch for me in 2012!