So I'm sure you've all seen my future husband Ryan just killin it at the Olympics. Doesn't he just look so snuggly?
Currently watching my girls Misty May and Kerri Walsh tear it up in the sand. What is it about the Olympics that just makes me feel so flabby and lazy?! And damn, how awesome would it be to go to the Olympics, let alone get a medal. I would even go to the Olympics for something as lame as badminton or table tennis and be proud of it. Although I will say, if looking like a hot athlete with a six pack meant that training/working out was essentially my full time job, well... hand me that cookie.
I will say, I'm feeling a little bad for Phelps. But after his incredible performance in Beijing...I mean how can you top that?! I would've just retired on a good note because there's just no way that you can repeat that. Maybe it's that kind of attitude that separates the winners from me, but hey, I'm cautious.
I just had to brag about my man crush. The Sh*t Series (that sounds awful) will make a reappearance later this week!
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