Yeah, even I couldn’t finish that title without laughing and having to wipe the spit off my computer screen. I, my friends, am no athlete, not even now that overprotective mothers have somehow gotten their children’s schools to declare cup stacking to be a sport.
Once upon a time it might have been possible. I do know that there was a time in my life in which I sort of resembled a boney and lithe Russian gymnast. But then I turned four and no longer fit the bill. There was also a brief period in which my developing skeleton helped me at least look like an Olympic swimmer, but sadly, I quickly left Brazilian or Italian team swimmer behind and went straight to East German swim team member. Men’s team, women’s team…makes no difference.
Luckily, the years I spent living in Europe gave me the chance to spend a lot of time skiing, so there were a few years in which I looked like a downhill skier. Unluckily, I never said I got GOOD at downhill skiing, so I’m going to have to imagine that I looked like a member of the Olympic ski team from a country that is situated on the equator AND has no mountains. Those people don’t ski a lot, and therefore I could probably hang with them on the slopes.
Now that I don’t have a lot of time to train (I mean, work out, and by that I really just mean walk briskly), I’m starting to resemble a power lifter. Again, men’s team, women’s team…eh. I’m fighting with every ounce of strength I don’t have. I’m willing to settle for looking like most women pro bowlers I’ve seen. At least those ladies can still rock a pair of shorts. But I bet those cup stackers have some ripped biceps.
6 thoughts on “I Can’t Decide Whose Olympic Team I’m Going to Join”
Lorca, You are too modest. I’m sure I saw a picture of you on the front page of a newspaper as a winning marathoner!!! You rocked that skimpy outfit so think of how great you will look in a ski parka!
Yeah, just the title made my day. Wait – you could be a sweeper or a broomer on one of those ice game thingy teams. You know, you sweep really hard in front of a weight thing. I can see that.
Actually, I just read in Wired magazine that curling is apparently very hard. As in, you have to be born in one of those countries AND be the descendent of a professional curler, even just to figure out the rules. I also thought of curling and dismissed it because it looks a shit-load like housework.
My son and husband took curling lessons. They were on a team. They thought it was pretty cool and very hard work. But I swear I could sweep. Boy could I sweep!
I just died a little inside that there are actually curling LESSONS to be had.
If there are lessons for curling, something I am good at should be declared a competitive sport–like precision laundry folding or speed vacuuming..Oh wait, I forgot about all those frat games involving shot glasses. I guess that is as close to sports stardom as I will ever get.