Sharon was extra excited. Not only was she actually in London, but she was competing in the 2012 Olympics. And not only was she competing in the 2012 Olympics, but she was now moving into the Olympic Village...without her parents. It was like going off to college and she was only 17 years old! Could this get any better?
Oh, yes it could. Not only was she in London at the 2012 Olympics living in the Village without her parents, so were about 6,000 guys! And each and every one of them had fabulous bodies...oh, the butts she got to drool over; every teen girl's dream.
She'd already been told the second Olympic motto. "What happens in the village stays in the village." She liked the idea of that. Mom and Dad would never find out if she let her hair down a little. All those years of training...no life except in the gymnastics training center...no friends to speak of - how could you tell if someone liked you for you or your possible Olympic status? Besides, what kind of friends can you make when all you do is practice, practice, practice? Other gymnasts, that's the kind. No ice cream or triple fudge brownies were allowed to pass your lips...until now. No staying up late, because practice started at 5am...until now. All she had to do was get thru her event and then...then, she could relax, even if just for a day or two. Then it would probably be back to the grindstone, to prepare and improve for the next Olympics - four years down the line. Gotta be stronger, faster, limberer...limberer? Sure, why not.
Everyone was so friendly in the Village. Why not? We all had so much in common. Simply ask one question and an hour later, you realize that you almost feel like you've known each other all your life. This was SO much better than back home, where no one could relate to practice, practice, practice.
Coach Andrew always said "No noise after 11pm. Lights out at midnight. No men in the women's wing. No alcohol. You're here at the Olympics to win the GOLD, not a husband!" Sharon and her friends just laughed at him. The swimmers were hot and the girls liked to sit in the common room and watch them walk around in their skimpy suits. No need to look at any faces. Each body is a 10+, more than enough to keep a girl happy. Sharon tried hard to stick to Coach Andrew's rules. She knew it was best for her, but her body told her differently. She was still feeding her body as if she were dancing all day long, but all she was doing was watching. So much wasted energy. The dining hall was a great spot to meet up and eat and make new friends. Anything could happen. One day she looked over and saw two Italian hurdlers dressed only in shoes and socks, jockstraps, neckties and bowler hats on top of a dining table, feeding each other lunch. It was almost more amazing than actually being in London for the Olympics. A gold would only make it that much better.
Sharon's event was early in the games. She liked that, because it meant she got it over and then could party for a change. She heard the revelers upstairs from her each night, partying far into the night. She couldn't wait to join them. Before that, though, she had to practice her routine one more time...always one more time. You'd think she'd be comfortable enough, having gotten here, but she just couldn't get herself to stop. Her eye was certainly on the prize...but it was on more than a gold. She'd met Mike and he promised to introduce her to that super hot swimmer. First, the gold. Then...well, then she'd see where it took her.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
They're Called Weights
Mommy always tells me "No. Stop. Flex no." but I'm just bursting with excitement about Daddy being home. Maybe today he'll lie in the floor with us again. Wait...I have to go outside. I must run to the door. Come on, Daddy! Let me out...what's taking you so long? "Woof!"
YAY! Daddy let me and Kita out. There's a bird. I love running. "Grrrrrr" Darn. It flew away. There better not be anything else in my yard. Oh, Kita's over there. Let me go see what she's doing. I like to smell her butt.Oh, I gotta pee. This is a good spot...need to cover that smell.
Daddy's snapping his fingers, time to run inside - gotta be first - and get a treat. He always gives us crunchy treats. Mommy gives us chewy treats. It takes me longer to eat Mommy's treats. If I eat mine quickly enough, I can help Kita eat hers. She's slow...but it seems to me that maybe she's getting faster, because I don't seem to be getting as much of her treats as I used to.
Daddy's getting those funny things out; that means he's gonna lay on the floor with us! YAY! It always makes me hungry when he lays on the floor. Wonder why. Gotta sniff his head. I don't get to do that very often. Lick it...salty. Yum. He yells at me to look out, but I know he needs me to be near him in order for him to be able to enjoy laying on the floor with us. He takes those funny things in his hands and moves them all over - picks them up over his head. It makes him grunt and sweat a lot. Kita likes to lick his legs. Not me, I focus on his face. Gotta let him know how happy we are that he's on the floor with us.
Sometimes I sit and watch him move those things around. If he's trying to get them to stay in the air, he's got more of a challenge than he might think. I've tried to stay in the air to lick Mommy's face while she's standing at the front door, but I haven't figured out how to do that yet.
"WOOF!" What was that noise? Gotta run to the window...jump up on the chair. Gotta see what's out there. Let them know I'm here. Poor Kita doesn't know how to jump up on the chair. Daddy's not getting up off the floor. "WOOF!" Maybe he didn't hear me the first time. Doesn't he know there is another dog out there??
Food.
Oh, look, there's water here, too. I think I'll have some.
Mommy sits on the couch while Daddy moves those things around. He moves them while he stands, then he lays on the floor on his back. He's not scratching his back on the floor, so I don't know why he likes to lay on his back so much.
I think I'll bite Kita's cheek. Wish there was a blanket here. I like to sneak up on her under the blanket. She never sees me coming that way. HA!
Daddy's laying on the floor still. Maybe he needs another lick on the cheek. Or maybe his lips are dry. Oh, maybe there's food on his lips! I better go check. Ouch! He hit me with that thing he's lifting and moving around. He yelled at me to look out again. Why do I have to look out? He's the one who should look out!
I jump over his belly. HA! I'm too quick for him. He doesn't seem to want to play. Why else would he be on the floor? Kita likes to just sit and watch him. She's weird.
Oh, look. Food!
I just don't understand Daddy sometimes. Now he's laying on the floor. Now he's sitting. Now he's laying on the floor. Now he's sitting. Some game I guess humans play. Maybe I'll sit at his feet and lick his face each time he sits up. He'd like that, I bet.
He sure is breathing hard. And all that yummy sweat...where do I begin? He made himself taste yummy just for us. He's such a good Daddy. I love him so much. He's standing up now. Time to chase him. Oh no! He's gone into that room where I get all wet and stinky. They say I smell "Good" when I come out of there, but I just need to go roll in something that is really good smelling out in the yard after that. That "good" smell is just too icky for me. Don't wanna follow him in there. For some reason, he likes it in there. Goes in there all the time. Silly Daddy. I think I'll go check on Mommy now. She probably misses me terribly. Bye.
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