Sadly, I think I’m experiencing a bit of an Olympic hangover. Too many nights of staying up late combined with getting up too early has taken its toll on me. I’ve lost my Olympic fervor.
Or maybe it was just the synchronized mens’ diving that pushed me over the edge.
Don’t get me wrong, I realize they have worked very hard to perfect their skills and I couldn’t even synchronize doing a somersault on the living room floor with someone. But I don’t find it compelling T.V.
A friend of mine texted last night to get P’s thoughts on that event and so I asked him. His reply was that he was having a good cry and didn’t want to be bothered. He was either being sarcastic or was totally moved by the skill and artistry.
I’d go with the first option.
But I was excited to see Missy May and Keri win their match. And apparently I’ve lost some sense of boundaries since I’m calling them by their first names like we were college roommates or something.
And my heart broke for poor Orozco. I wanted him to do well and I feel so bad for any athlete that’s trained so hard and then doesn’t turn in their best performance at the most important time. I can’t even imagine.
Of course I loved the swimming. Caroline has even decided that she might want to be an Olympic swimmer. But then I asked, “So that means you want to do swim team again next summer?”
And she looked at me like I was crazy and said, “I don’t think so.”
Which makes me think her road to the Olympics is going to be long. Possibly never-ending.