The Olympics VS. The Fair

With the free time I have as of late, I got the opportunity to watch a bunch of the Olympics.  I really feel for the athletes.  I can’t imagine basically putting my life on hold for 4 years to train to compete.  & then to not place in the top 3 for a medal would partially be cool cuz it is the Olympics & you did qualify; but it would also be a bummer cuz nobody trains ALL that time for like 12^th place.  It was still so inspiring that it made me want to go run, jump and swim. (There was also that 41 year old American swimmer that kicks butt.  I figured if at 41 she can get in shape to swim competitively, then there is no reason that my thighs should rub together!)  I felt this urge to go get in shape.  I envisioned myself like Rocky; training & breaking a sweat, really working hard, all too this motivational theme music.  Of course in my vision it happens in about as much time as it takes to watch the movie.  I don’t really imagine myself putting in weeks, months or years to get the desired effect.  I want the desired result after a day of really busting my butt.  Ok, I’ll give it a week, maybe 3 but that’s it.  So, I started eating less.  (Portion control is my nemesis) I’ve been writing it down on thedailyplate.com & I decided to go for bike rides.  The hill right before my house is too much, I tried.  So I have been taking the bike in the truck down the road & starting from the church.  From there to the school it is about 6.5 miles.  I’ve gone enough times now that it isn’t too bad (unless I’m in a head wind the equivalent of a soft breeze, then I look more like a mime doing a slow motion imitation of someone riding a bike.  Damn wind)  That has helped me feel better about what I eat.  Even though I’m only burning enough calories to balance out eating 4 bananas but hey, it is a start.  Well, last night I went to the Lang-cas-ta Fay-ya.  I went for a bike ride during the day in preparation for the fried dough & the french fries I was going to consume.  I knew it would be a bender but I’ve been pretty good lately.  I wonder how many calories screaming on the death-trap, held together with duct tape, rattle-ridden rides burns?  And if you go on a ride where you feel like you lose your stomach, do you actually lose any part of your stomach?  I figure I must have walked a few miles at least; we were there from 3 till just after 9.  That has to have helped burn something.  We went in all the exhibits; saw some prize winning quilts, maple syrup & very large zucchinis.  I watched cow-pulls, sad I know, but I feel like I am truly diverse now.  They hook 2 cows together with those neck things & then hook them to a metal sled with cement on it & they pull it, then a tractor pulls it back & other cows do it.  Let me tell you what, if only I were in the market for a man, there were shit kickers & flannels everywhere.  Some of them even had teeth!  Any-hoo, I went on the zipper twice (the 2^nd time, the cart we were in honestly had duct tape holding up the liner.  Um, hello!!!!)  I went on the gravatron/starship anti gravity ride twice, the scrambler twice, the tornado spin within a spinny ride twice, the spinning t-cups twice, some dream catcher ride twice (the floor drops & you spin fast, you go back & forth up real high & come off your seat but you hit the shoulder straps so there aren’t bodies strewn about.) Some other spinning thing that the seats spin up & down & it spins within itself & you reach 2 G’s according to the sign.  (Is it possible to spin yourself into shape?)  I also went on a round roller-coaster that jerks you in a whiplash fashion twice every revolution & then you get to go backwards too for about 30 revolutions.  (A great neck workout)  I also had someone squishing against me for a handful of the gravity spinning rides, keeping my ribs from caving in must have burnt some calories right?  Well, I see a breeze outside so I’m going to eat some Reese’s peanut butter cups.