What does it say about me that in three, short days, a competition dedicated to the pinnacle of athleticism, filled with athletes who are in peak condition, who have trained to their bodies limits and fueled those rippling muscles with healthy clean food, who have worked every day of their lives to push their bodies to perform faster and their muscles to acquire more and more skill...in three short days this spectacle of fitness and drive has completely reduced me to an Olympics-obsessed couch potato of the highest order.
The irony is not lost on me, let me tell you.
Our Tivo has been working overtime just to keep up with the coverage on NBC and the NBC Sports networks. Meanwhile, it has been all I could do to get any sleep because I then end up with 20+ hours of Olympics footage and feel like watching all of it at once.
There is something seriously wrong with me. Or maybe not -- maybe my obsessive Olympics-induced coma that occurs every coupla years is the way to be.
Please tell me it isn't just me.
(Photo via elycefeliz.)
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