Olympic vibe

Man, I love watching the summer Olympics! It sparks my competitive spirit and I find myself so tuned in to a race or match that I'm actually nervous. Like I'm the one competing or something. I even yelled at my kids during a race the other night to, "Give me a minute!!" And let out some heavy sighs when Hubby wants to tell me all about window trim when the Americans are about to win the gold in the 200m backstroke.

The excitement of the games sparks my competitive spirit and I catch myself wanting to go outside and run three miles or go train at the gym and get back into shape. When I watch the swimmers, I'm inspired to make it a point to add swimming to my exercise to-do list. "Future" exercise to-do list. But then I remember that when I went swimming with my kids last week, I'm pretty sure I hyperextended my good knee during my dip from one side of the pool to the other.

Every night I watch the gymnastics, I tell myself, I am gonna lift again and get my muscles on! I've had good, defined muscles before, I can get them again! And I might even do a few cart wheels to prove I'm still in the game! But, oh ya, when I was squatting down to pick up the overly full laundry basket last night, I did feel a minor burn in my hamstring, which I can still feel today sooo.... Maybe I'm not quite prepared for a cart wheel this week.

But I'm a competitor, love to compete and love to win. Not so much in the same things as when I was younger, but that part of me is always present and my kids will vouch for it. I compete with them all the time with things and I legitimately try to win. Just sayin'. Anyway, watching the Olympics keeps that competitive spirit right at the surface and I've found myself secretly competing randomly during the day. The lady walking down the hall the other day, had no idea I was racing her. I was determined to reach the door before her and I passed her with a friendly "hello" but in reality I was beating her! She had no idea and probably figured I was late for a meeting, but I was thinking Gold for me and Silver for her! Ha! Ha!

And don't tell anyone, but I might be timing myself when taking the stairs at work every day, to see if I could beat my time each set. My dumb sandals don't help my balance out but I haven't fallen yet, and I've improved my time each day. There's no podium or medals waiting for me at the top of the stairs but inside, I know. I got Gold!

So anyway, if you see me at the grocery store, racing with my cart past an innocent bystander or if you catch me attempting a cartwheel in my front yard, you'll know I've got the Olympic vibe going on and trying to win Gold.