The next time you want to whimper or whine about the heat or your “long workout,” please bookmark this article from Time magazine.
Who is the Fittest Olympic Athlete of Them All?
Want to compete in the Olympics? Science says your VO2 max better be up for it:
His goal is to “maximize my output that day,” which is to say suck up an hour and 48 minutes of pain. “That’s very hard to do,” he says. “Sometimes we shy away. It’s so painful, you think, I can’t go another minute.” But he will.
It’s Olympic time and sorry if you don’t like it, but I’m going to be posting a lot about the games. Nothing is more strong to me than natural athletic ability.
And totally off subject, we kind of had a big weekend. We hosted a Gender Reveal party, any reason for cake, and found out what our little Christmas bundle of joy will be.
We found out on Friday but kept it a surprise by having our Dr write the gender on a sheet of paper which she stuffed in an envelope. We then dropped off the envelope with the baker and on Saturday she whipped up our cake with a pink or blue center depending on the flavor of Baby M.
The cake party was a HUGE hit. It was awesome, and I was nervous. Like when it came down to it, I didn’t want to cut-the-cake-nervous. When Andrew forced my hand down on the cake, we had barely sliced in it when blue cake crumbled out, and we screamed with joy. Yea, screamed. Cooler than the moment we found out we were pregnant.
Boy, oh boy! Christmas can’t come soon enough…or maybe it can.