Lindsey Jacobellis

Last night I watched Lindsey Jacobellis compete, and we all know what happened. And what torqued me off the most was that the announcers kept saying that this would not silence her critics or her fans, and that she had to answer to them. What?!?

Because four years ago she was excited and tried a move that she probably does every day a million times a day and it cost her? You think she doesn't beat herself up enough every day over that? I tell you what folks, if she had still won that, everyone would have thought her the coolest thing ever for pulling it off!

And now she has to answer to people for working her ass off for four more years, training constantly, watching her diet, maintaining an athlete's lifestyle so that she can compete in events over a long period just to make the Olympics AGAIN? How many of you have been there even once? How many of you make the daily sacrifices she makes on even a monthly basis? I don't - I like my warm bed at 5 in the morning, I like watching my tv at night, I like my fast food, I don't like doing things that make me sore and achy, or injuring myself and pushing through so I can be told I let people down again. Screw it and hand me a Big Mac.

When her critics and fans have put in HALF of what this girl has, then they can talk. And that goes for any athlete who tries and wins or loses....walk a mile in their athletic gear, folks, and you'll shut your mouths.

Oh crap...

What have I done now? I went and signed up for a blog. The sweat is already pouring down my back, my thoughts are completely blank. I've been a blogger for about 30 seconds and already I am suffering from blogger's block!

What happened? I had so many great ideas, thoughts that the world needed to have imparted so that lives would be enriched. This sounded like so much fun when Erin suggested it! Yet all I can come up with is, "Hi, my name is Cecelia, and I'm a blogger." Quick, somebody hand me the tequila! Oh wait, I don't drink...then a round of double stuffed Oreos, stat!

No, I will not run screaming from the room, throwing my computer off the balcony. I know how I can handle this - one step at a time, one day at a time, one word at a time. And if I successfully take each small step, the written world will be mine, everyone hanging onto my every... Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!