When I updated my Facebook status Sunday night, I said I wanted a week full of accomplishment, promise and pleasant surprises.
It’s now Thursday. All I’ve really managed to accomplish is not to harm anyone or myself while at work.
But yesterday as I grumpily rode the transit in to work, the cloud above my head cleared – if only for a fleeting five minutes – while reading Maclean’s.
Helloooo, Adam van Koeverden.
You don’t get a Loquacious High Five, my cut, kayaking friend. You get a WOW.
WOW.
If I was walking down the street and saw his image on a poster instead of in a magazine while sitting on a train seat, I probably would have walked into a mailbox or a fire hydrant.
(Believe me, the version of the picture in the magazine is waaay better. It took the only ounces of nonchalance and self-control I have on time-share, NOT to flip back to the cover page of the article and ogle for the rest of the train ride down. I had someone sitting next to me! How awkward would THAT be?)
I seriously don’t remember him looking like this four years ago in Athens. No, really. I don’t.
The article (and yes, I DID read it) says he’s very intense about his training, and comes across as a bit cocky. Well, hell. Considering he’s 26, trying to go for gold medals in August and looks like that, I do not blame him. I’d be cocky, too.
And this is why I now:
(a) will find it nearly impossible to boycott watching the Olympic Games in Beijing and,
(b) have personally confirmed why I only live for watching sports once every four years. Especially the ones involving men, swimming, kayaks or competitive rowboats.
“Unfinished business”, indeed.
Le. Sigh.
(Yes, I’m sad.)
