Here's my problem (there are many)... I get inspired too dang easily.
Two minutes on Pinterest, and I want to magically transform into Martha Stewart and craft myself into oblivion (or onto my own TV show). Thirty seconds of walking around Whole Foods, I instantly want to become a raving health nut... someone who buys flaxseed by the pound and actually enjoys coconut water. (This usually lasts until I see a Braum's, or I attempt a healthy recipe and fail miserably.)
So you can imagine what the Olympics does to easily motivated chaps like me.
Normally the only five golden rings I care about can be found at my local Krispy Kreme... but all weekend long, Grahm and I sat in front of our tiny television, completely riveted by all the athletic events. These people are beasts (except for the gymnasts, I'd be at eye level with most of those scantily clad men). What they can do with their bodies is unreal.
I found myself caring WAY too much about every single sport. Gymnastics? Volleyball? LOCHTE? Yes, yes, and oh my yes! In my head, I was scolding my parents for taking me out of gymnastics to put me in basketball (I'm 5'1''.). Think of what could have been! (Ha.)
While watching all of the amazing bodies bounce to and fro (knuckle-deep in McDonald's fries), I couldn't help but get ridiculously inspired. And, of course, I made some lofty goal:
I'm going to run my third marathon, November 11. (I’m telling you, so I’ll actually do it.)
After my first run yesterday, I know it’s not going to be easy. Turns out making a jamming playlist (featuring "Piece of Me" by Britney and "Stronger" by Kelly) and buying cute athletic wear is way more fun than actually running... especially in this Texas heat.
Chugging water is also kind of terrible. I might as well superglue my buns to the toilet... my poor pea-sized bladder.
I'm excited. I've wanted to start training for a while; I just needed the right motivation. Turns out, imagining what my rump would like in volleyball shorts was just what I needed!
Who knows, maybe next week I'll be inspired to be the world's best couch potato… but for now, just call me crazy and Olympic obssessed.