So I hope you all are fabulous. And yes, I did wake up at the butt-crack of dawn to go to cycling yesterday. And yes, the husband and I did play sand volleyball by ourselves for half an hour then go on a bike ride (hey, 5 miles is better than nothing). I'm back in the game (because, you know, getting back in shape is a game - it makes it more fun).
Because I've been so busy working and stuff, I may or may not have decided to use one of my posts that ran on Kim's blog yesterday. Sorry. I promise you will laugh at my misfortune, though, so read on.
You guys, I'm a giant. 6'1", to be exact.
I feel like it should be in my blood to slam dunk, spike, and high jump like no other mother.
I feel like I was born to be a star volleyball or basketball player. I feel like I should be collecting medals at the Olympics right now.
The only problem? I'm less coordinated than a friggin' chimpanzee. Okay, that's actually an insult to chimpanzees, because have you seen those guys? They're talented.
I was the tallest girl in my high school at one point, and the volleyball coach tried to recruit me. We did some one-on-one coaching over the summer, and things went well.
I showed up to the first day of tryouts feeling pretty confident.
That, my friends, was the beginning and end of my olympic dreams.
Okay, let's be real - I never had olympic dreams. I just had dreams of being able to walk down the hallway without falling on my face.
In other news, how bout them ladies on the USA gymnastics team?? They're the exact opposite of me. Short, strong, and very graceful.
Have you been watching the Olympics? I sure as heck hope so, because they are the bomb dot com.