The post Olympic blues have set in. We watched the closing ceremonies this morning. OK, truth be told, the opening and closing ceremonies are not my favorite. Too much symbolism, that even the announcers sound iffy about as they read their notes. But at least it gave us something to watch as we pedalled the bikes for an hour.
How great was it that an Italian won the cross country ski marathon? and we got to hear that anthem again? and again? I love the 2nd part where they start singing "meatball, spaghetti, fettucine, frommaggio, pizza pizza pizza" Well, that's what I sang.
And any show that has the "Rotari, wh-oh oh oh" song is ok with me.
But, HEY !! how about our guy
Apolo Anton Ohno ?? Trust the Seattle-ite to at least try during his event. (and that's my last Bode slam, for you WWF fans).
He is totally cool. And I'm sending Gina down to his dad's salon for a hair cut this week.
Clara Hughes is our new favorite Canadian. Her interviews were so great. A marked contrast listening to her and oh, say, any 16 year old ice skater or snowboarder...."awesome, like" Of course, she's an ancient and mature 32 years old.
I got word back from Brian Williams (the canadian one) that it was a kid named Jonathon Han, who sang that New Foundland anthem, on Hockey Day in Canada. Which begs the question... which day
ISN'T Hockey Day in Canada?
Say, did I mention our long run on Saturday? 13 miles. It went ok, a bit tough at the end, and the foot was quite sore afterwards. So much so that I sent word to the coach that Boston is off the schedule. But this morning it was fine. So I sent word to the coach that Boston is back on the schedule. Who knows??? My emotions have spent more time in motion than my body.
Way UP then
way down.Just wanted to remind you all that this a running blog.