Yesterday I briefly allowed myself to daydream an entire new life for myself as a Winter Olympian. I quite like Curling, I can use a brush and, as a married man, am accustomed to taking orders from a woman. The Mixed Doubles would be a good fit. Unfortunately, after looking at the state of the man in our mixed doubles team after all his brushing, I was unable to see myself surviving that much effort. It’s clearly an awful lot harder than it looks.
Then I watched the ski and snowboard events. I’m not even sure what the actually call them, but they are like going down a ski jump and doing skateboard tricks so high up they use a drone the film them. I initially thought the black marks on the screen were litter blowing across the slope when they started off, but it turned out to be the shadows of the drones. It’s all very strange.
SO that left Luge. I mean, you do it whilst lying down and the slope does the rest. How difficult can that be? The worst bit would surely be wearing those stripy skin-tight suits, wouldn’t it. Well it seems there’s a bit more to it than that. The 95mpg speeds are a bit off-putting and the inability to see the bends. It seems you have to memorise them. And be consistent. So quick, and consistent, with the ability to see thorough soles of your feet. Possibly not for me either.
So I sat at home, watched TV, made a few notes and felt much refreshed by the end of the day. I was even able to read some blogs, answer comments, write some poems and do emails. Not the most active of days, but a definite step back on the way to health.
I really enjoy some of your typos. When refering to the Luge you said “The 95mpg speeds are a bit off-putting” and I was hoping you would show a photograph of the set up that showed the “stripy skin-tight suits” and explained where the petrol tank was.
The quality of your proof-reading clearly outshines the quality of my poetry. I am now off in a world where petrol-driven luges exist and the thought of where to put the petrol is nowhere near as simple as you would think . . .
Well, you were active in your thoughts about Olympic sports….
Yes, I can still feel the vibrations from the rutted ice – armchair imaginerobics could soon be an exercise reality for the elderly . . .
The armchair antics is an untapped world
It opens up whole new avanues of sloth! 🙂
I have enjoyed the cross country skiing most. Apart from the curling, it looks like the event where you are least likely to cause yourself serious injury.
After watching the state of the sweepers I imagine cross country skiing is easier.
I’m sure you can find easier ways of acquiring medals
95 mph down a tube of ice on a tea tray whilst wearing stripey long johns? I’m sure I can. 🙂
Even though they are not going 95 mph, the squirrels seem to provide a good bit of exciting athletic entertainment! 🙂
They are just as athletic, but less successful, now, as we have invested in another secure feeder. They had learned how to drop the bottom of the oldnut feeder and spill the nuts. 🙂
Phew! Best to just sit back and admire what the athletes do.
Armchair sports are enough for me these days.