I Like to Watch the Olympics and Guess How Far Into Each Sport I Would Die

I know little about Olympic sports or athletes, except for a few tidbits about the women's gymnastics team. Still, it's fun watching the Olympics and becoming fascinated by the athleticism.

Do you want to know what I find interesting? The way one minute we aren't thinking about things like men's gymnastics, and the next we're armchair experts sharing our in-depth opinions about technical scores and that Clark Kent pommel horse guy who was SO zen he was caught snoozing (or meditating?) from the sidelines.

I have not been zen lately. I've been whining about a stiff neck and a piece of skin I ripped off the bottom of my big toe. Could someone call the wahbulance because I'm SO tired of throbbing and aching? A few afternoons this week, I've also spent time on the couch with a heating pad on various body parts as I watched the Olympics.

One of my favorite parts about seeing the world's best sports performances from my invalid couch is how the broadcast reminds us of how many athletes are competing despite some tragic accident or disease they've battled back from. Those inspiring stories describe their ailments and injuries and show photos of them wearing braces on their limbs, slogging through physical therapy, and whatnot. And now they are competing in the Olympics triple flipping on a balance beam or running 85 mph down a soccer field. 

It's enough to make you feel a tiny bit foolish about spending an afternoon or three parked on the couch in front of the TV because you slept funny and stubbed your toe in the pool.

Har Har Har. Drama Queen Alert.

Going for the gold in the Grandma Olympics.