Dear Olympians,

Dear Olympians,

I don’t sit at the pool this week. This week, I swim.  I don’t drive there, I bike, relishing even the uphills. When no one is looking, I hazard a dive and later, a wobbly flip turn, then delight in the rocketing rush it provides.  I sign up for more dance classes than usual, and twist my hair into a smoother, tighter bun.  In yoga class I consider the line of my gestures, minute adjustments, the swoop of my arm, the flowering of my fingers.  I mimic you all in the smallest ways.
Of course, by the second week, I will have logged more hours in front of the television than I have in a year, and eaten more potato chips than I can count.
But those first few days?  Those are body bliss.

Very sincerely,

Weekend Warrior