Prior to July 27, 2012, I had a decent workout regimin in place. I was able to squeeze in about 800 yards in the pool in roughly 30 minutes. My goal was to get back to the 4000 yards I could do a couple of years ago when I was swimming an hour every day. I was well on my way to reaching that goal when the Olympics happened.
I spent most of Saturday planted on my couch watching sports I didn’t even know were Olympic sports. I got up occasionally to sweep the floor (counts as aerobic exercise) or lug the laundry up and down the stairs (weight training), so I didn’t feel too bad about missing my morning swim (thank you late night Opening Ceremonies).
Sunday was a complete loss in the physical fitness arena. I wore my pajamas all day and become one with the couch. My only exercise was to go to the kitchen during commercials or “news breaks” (boring!) to get food. And I made some pretty unfortunate food choices. Klondike bars, Doritos, brownies, Butterfingers… You get the idea.
I did get my blood pumping watching the Men’s 100 meter relay. Not because of their swimsuits (sicko!), but because I was coaching them from my couch: KICK! KICK! KICK! Okay, good turn, come on! GO! GO! GO! Alas, Ryan Lochte couldn’t hear me clearly telling him to kick harder and the guys took second. But Silver aint too shabby and at least none of our men were sporting tramp stamp tattoos. (Please note, French men’s team: lower back tattoos are NOT en vogue)
All that excitement late in the evening wore me out. I slept late on Monday and did not get to the pool. So, while I am, on one hand, inspired by the athletes physical abilities and healthy bodies, I am too caught up in the games to eat right and exercise. Irony? Or maybe I’m just pathetic.