When I’m not working or looking after my kids I can often be found in the weight room. Kind of crazy, I know, but I love to lift weights. It’s one of my most favourite ways to spend an hour. I picked up this passion a few years ago and I’m totally hooked. The difficulty is, unfortunately, that I don’t have a naturally athletic bone in my whole body. Any progress I’ve made in the weight room comes from just showing up repeatedly—nothing more. (This is not me being self-deprecating—it’s me being real.)
I think I may have a problem.
I set out this afternoon to write a blog post. Not this one, a different one. Just a couple hundred words—no biggie, right? In the process I started a new blog post, called my mother-in-law, followed up on a wholesale lead with both a phone call and an e-mail, downloaded some of my CDs to iTunes, answered five e-mails, accepted a Facebook friend request, put some soup in the fridge and made a cup of tea. I should also mention that I have seven programs open on my desktop, included in which are four web sites and three Word programs.
I think I’ve still got a post-Olympics glow. After I gorged on the gymnastics competition I turned my attention to the track and field events. I got all goose bumpy just looking at the shots of the track and field stadium. Regularly filled to capacity at 80,000, it was an incredible sight. And I could watch those runners all day long.