Growing up every four years our lives came to a standstill and we all circled around the TV and intently watched the Olympics. When bedtime came all too early, we popped in our tape and crossed our fingers that we were pushing the right button so we could watch the elusive footage aired at the end of NBC's nightly broadcast of the USA clinching the gold along with the day's medal count.
I don't know how people don't get addicted to the athletic display, the excitement of competition, and the immense sense of national pride I feel as I watch. I'm not saying I only cheer for the USA but there is something that happens inside me when I watch Americans doing well and trying their hardest. It's inspirational to me. And really it's not just Americans. Watching anyone who has trained and sacrificed makes me want to be better--not just athletically, I think that ship has sailed, but at life.
With the invention of dvr, our experience watching the Olympics is very different now. Eric set it to record "the Olympics" and so every hour of footage was stored in our little black box. Of course we wanted to watch all of it which meant we were days behind--in fact I believe there is still footage we have not watched. So while others were celebrating women's volleyball we were plugging our ears and watching the initial games of the tournament. It was fabulous. We have logged many good hours on the couch this "season." Does it count if you think about exercising while watching other really fit people compete in exercise-like activities?
And then there are the stories. I don't know how many of you out there cry at Hallmark commercials but I am that girl and NBC knows how to pick that perfect under-dog story that is going to make me tear up. And the commercials of small girls walking a balance beam with their moms watching, waiting to catch them and biting their nails. Just thinking about it makes me cry.
But really, at this point everything makes me cry cause I'm hormonal.
It was Eric's first red flag that something was afoot.
He called it. We're expecting!
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