Slug Fest

What sloth i have morphed into. Now that Olympics has started.
Short of literally glueing my eyes to the googlebox, yes, my world belongs to the Olympics now.
Oh no! I screamed. My heart skipped a beat when i saw how the little chinese gymnast fall flat after failing to get a firm grip of the bar for the uneven bars event. It's so sad to see how the gymnasts, having toiled for years, should have their minds and bodies fail them for less than half a second and deny them their legacy in finesse. And of course, some say, their money.
The sheer willpower, grit and tenacity to give their all is simply mesmerizing.
At the same time, every frame that flashes by seems to be a mockery of how weak I've been, physically and mentally.
Time to forsake my stalling for exercises.
But maybe until after the Olympics.
Michael Phelps is such a mean machine. Not human. But machine. Maybe a human-like machine. Or a machine-like human.
I'm not going to miss the quasi-humans in action. Not when i have to wait another 4 years.