Belly Flop

If you are wondering if I am going to get anything done around the house during the Olympics, the answer is no. If you are wondering if I'll get 8 hours of sleep at night, the answer is unlikely. That darn NBC has to wait until the 10-11 p.m. hour to show the good stuff!

Tonight after kickboxing, I got home in time to catch the men's synchronized diving competition.

Who knew I was a such a fan? I just couldn't tear my eyes away from the TV screen! Not that I was watching for wardrobe malfunctions. I am just always amazed at how, uhm, fit these athletes are. Crazy! I don't think I could even handle a regular dive of any kind off even the lowest platform. I picture a belly flop and cringe at the painful thought.

I am amazed at the speed races – like swimming and running, eventually – but have to admire the strength of gymnasts and the stamina of athletes who don't have any rest. Can you imagine treading water the whole time you are fighting for a ball and trying to score a goal?

Marco! Polo!

Not for me. I've learned from my various runs that I never seem to have speed, strength and stamina at the same time.

That's why I'm on the couch eating my cheese popcorn ...and thanking the inventor of underwater cameras.