The Olympic spirit is alive, well, kicking and doing a triple somersault in the pike position in this house. The boys have taken to the whole thing with gusto. They are watching highlights (and early morning coverage), making flags (see pic) and working out which sport they’ll focus on because, you know, they’re bound to want to represent Australia at some point…
With all this enthusiasm comes exercise. Yesterday saw us up at the showground doing laps on our bikes as Mr8 attempted to break his ‘world record’ time for laps at the showground. There are requests to go to the pool. My boys love their swimming lessons (unlike some members of the family…) and hate the fact that I keep them out of the water over winter. What can I say? Too many ear infections early on have cruelled my Olympic spirit.
Other sports that have crept into the backyard and lounge room include: wrestling, fencing, gymnastics, hurdling, shotput (with a rock – Mum the killjoy soon put an end to that), diving (when Mr8 misjudged a somersault on the trampoline and went over the edge), tennis, soccer… the list goes on.
They’ll never medal in any of these events. But that’s not really the point, is it?
Have your kids been swept up in Olympics fever?