oh my yes, i love swimming.

now, i should start by saying i do indeed love swimming. in my former much skinnier life i was a swimmer. i was the go to girl for the 500m freestyle. now, don't be confused...i was not the go to girl for a first place ribbon, but i could actually finish it in a reasonable amount of time. good enough for my team full of underachievers. but, now as a grown up who spends very little time swimming laps i have been dreaming of the water a lot lately. why would that happen? is this an old flame regaining heat? hmmm... actually, this may be best explained by all that hoopla in london. for me, it seems that every four years this love is rekindled. yes, that's correct, the summer olympics have touched my heart once again and most specifically those darn swimmers. i mean their determination, speed, grace, drive, grills, and backstrokes. i find myself engrossed. good thing i have sweet loving friends who kindly oblige my obsession by acting interested themselves. wait... ok, let's cut the crap. no one loves swimming that much. no one goes to swim meets by choice except the parents of swimmers. and i can tell you from experience, sometimes they are not that excited to spend a day watching a bunch of people swim back and forth. swimming is not a "spectator sport" so to say, but it has been nothing less than a spectacle in recent days. is it really the swimming, or maybe the speedos on those perfectly trimmed olympian bodies? i vote for option 2. i am just as guilty as every other female in america (and possibly the entire world); i tune in just to watch them bend over on the block then climb back out of the pool after they finish their little races. i like those fancy swimming pants and all that stretching when they walk in the aquatics center. and of course standing on the center pedestal getting new jewelry doesn't make those boys any less appealing. there, i said it, swimming is more fun when the swimmers are pretty and wearing precious metals. shallow...not entirely. honest...unfortunately. so here's to the 2012 olympic men's swim team...congratulations. here's to the hours of practice...apparently it paid off. here's to the smell of chlorine that most likely lingers in your skin...you wear it well i'm sure. here's to the lovely locks that you keep under your caps...no green hair for you. here's to speedos...may they never cover more than they should. and here's to winning...cause no one loves a loser. and p.s. here's to aaron peirsol..i think i missed him most of all.