I have no athletic ability. None. I did beat Keith at HORSE once. I have that listed on my resume. This week, I feel really capable though. I can totally do that mermaid kick. I have no doubt I would stick my landings. Let me just TRY to spike that volleyball! I mentally catapult myself into numerous twists and turns, and those uneven bars are my specialty. I can feel the breeze in my hair as I twirl around and around.
In reality, I’m staying up too late. My shoulder aches as I do my air swim routine that surely propels Michael Phelps to a new world record. I have a hernia from reaching for the wall to help Dara make up that 7/100000 of a second. I averted a concussion barely dodging the ceiling fan as I jumped on the bed that last leg in the men’s relay. My husband is ready to punch me for waking him up to watch reruns of the Jamaican runner- who was finished before I could blink. Some of these athletes are already looking forward to London. I’m thinking I might need up my training program so I’m better prepared for 2012.