I am a dork.
Nerd, dweeb, geek, nimrod, lame-o... Insert whatever term you used to refer to the drama club in high school. (no offense former drama club members out there. At my high school it was so not cool. I did secretly want to be in the plays, though. And, there's the fact that most of the drama dorks at my school went to Dartmouth, Harvard, Stanford etc... Look who's laughing now.)
I am a dork for the Olympics this year. I'm addicted to any and all pre-Olympic coverage. I can't get enough. I've been having dreams that I am one of them, that I'm carrying the torch into the stadium in Bejing. In real life, I'm researching schedules and programming the TIVO to record ping-pong. I haven't been this into the Olympics since Mary Lou Retton won the gold in '84.
I mean, have you heard of Dara Torres, the 41 year old swimmer? She's faster at 41 than she was at 21 and I'd kill for her body.
Or, the 3siblings on the TaeKwonDo team?
Ryan Hall, the marathon runner, who lost his teammate to cardiac arrest in the Olympic trials?
Or, the women's marathon team, all in their mid-30's?
I am tuned in to the older athletes (Hmm, wonder why?)....
I can't wait for the drama to unfold.
If you need me, I'll be in my family room for the month of August.