WWMPD?

I'm really enjoying the gazillion hours of coverage of the 2008 Olympic Games that is being provided by NBC and its myriad of network stations. In fact, it is a bit difficult to type this post because I'm watching Women's Beach Volleyball. Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh are playing a team from Brazil and it is a good game.

So. I found out that in February 2009 at the Krewe Ball, one of the costumes I will be wearing will be showing every ounce of fat muscle on my torso.

Thank goodness I have Michael Phelps as inspiration.

Instead of eating a donut in the morning, I will eat a celery stick.

Instead of eating a cheeseburger for lunch, I will eat a leaf of lettuce.
Instead of eating fried chicken and mashed potatoes for dinner, I will eat a carrot.
The other day I was at LeFittes and I was on the Stairmaster. I hate the Stairmaster. Instead of setting it on 30 minutes, I set it for 45 minutes. When I hit the 30 minute mark I was ready to quit and then I thought, "What Would Michael Phelps Do?" (WWMPD?)
So I stayed on for the additional 15 minutes and when I finished, there were puddles of sweat around the machine.I previously mentioned that Friday night I was out with AttyHou, Everyday Italian and some others and we ate Mexican Food and drank frozen Margaritas. Saturday morning after running three miles I was ready to stop and then I thought, "WWMPD?" so I ran another three miles.

Will I ever have his physique? Uh, maybe if I go to the Fun House at the carnival and look in one of the wacky mirrors.
Speaking of the Olympics, has anyone else watched the trampoline events? I get dizzy watching those people flying through the air.

And badminton? Who knew a cock could be hit so hard?

I'm really enjoying the track & field competition. I can only dream of running that fast!