Of all the things that I'd anticipated might be an impediment to my enjoyment of working out first thing in the morning, crying my way through the previous night's Olympic coverage while stuck on a treadmill wasn't one. But the Today Show was playing a reel of Olympic parents watching their kids winning and I didn't have the remote for the overhead TV, so what do you expect? I'm not made of stone!
My solution was just to run harder, so I'd get sweatier, and then the tears would blend with my face sweat. Genius, huh? (Oh man, do I have regrets about using the phrase "face sweat.") Unfortunately, though, if there's anything more pathetic than someone clearly out of her athletic depth on the treadmill, it's someone clearly out of her athletic depth on the treadmill while CRYING. (Should I start a Tumblr for that? Crying While Exercising? There's already Crying While Eating.)
Honestly, it was a relief when Jamie Oliver came on next to show Matt Lauer how to make an Eton Mess. Except that segment was funny, so then I was laughing, and now I'm pretty sure that my picture is taped to the gym check-in desk with a warning sign next to it. EMOTIONALLY VOLATILE. WATCH THIS ONE CAREFULLY AROUND HEAVY EQUIPMENT.
Are you watching the Olympics? I'm about as unlikely a fan of organized sports as the next dodgeball-scarred gal with no hand-eye coordination, but I'm finding myself really enjoying them. I mean the shirtless men don't hurt, don't get me wrong—my favorite is swimming, although I swear I only read it for the stories—but I could happily watch any of the events, to be honest. Despite the starter gun at the beginning of the running and swimming races, which gives me stress palpitations for everyone involved, there's something weirdly calming about watching a bunch of very muscly people exert themselves in skimpy clothing while you lounge on your couch in your pajamas and half-heartedly cheer them on. Through mouthfuls of ice cream. Look, I didn't say it was right, I said it was enjoyable.