Stress-impics

I haven't blogged too much about the Olympics because I realized.........I don't like watching them all that much (listen for the gasp from KB, Andy and Beth.)

Hear me out. I'm the type of person who, when alone, switches channels during movies when they become tense, when a reality show contestant is about to get booted or when a player opens the million dollar case on Deal or No Deal. I get stressed out.

So while watching, I just can't handle the stress of the Olympics. Sure I cheered when Phelps won the eighth medal and smiled when Dara Torres won the silver but more often then not I cringe, am tense and just want to flip around the channels!

My heart broke the other night when one of the Chinese gymnasts fell off the beam and hit her leg in what looked like a very painful way. While I felt good when Shawn Johnson won the gold, I felt kind of sorry that Nastia got the silver (I would have felt the reverse if their places were reversed.) Another pange of stress came when Koko, from the Japanese team, had a terribly, awkward fall off the beam. I wanted to reach into the TV and give the little girl a hug. The kicker for me was feeling sorry for Jones' who hit the hurdle while running and subsequently lost the gold medal. Finally last night Spearman looses the bronze because he was disqualified for stepping on the white line while running.

I just want everyone to do perfectly and everyone to win! Maybe that's just the kindergarten teacher in me.