Last week, I suggested to Maya and Mina that they have a sports marathon at a local park. It's how I spent a lot of my summer vacations as a kid. Either by myself or with my junior high best friend Yuko, epic sports fantasies were played out. I'd play tennis against a wall with a red, white and blue wood racket for hours and scheme a Wimbledon appearance in ten years. Or Yuko and I would play two-person dodgeball or granny-shot free throw contests or luge down hills while lying back on our skateboards, hugging close to parked cars. I believed for sure I'd find a sport at which I was accidentally spectacular.
For Maya and Mina's sports bonanza, I didn't have to give them many details. They loaded their bike baskets with various balls and I didn't see them until two and a half hours later when they staggered through the door sweaty and smeared with dirt.
"Ok, give me the run down of the games played," I said placing my elbows on my knees.
Maya said, winded, "First in our mini Olympics, we played Around the World at the basketball courts."
"MmHmm," I nodded. "How'd that go?"
"We didn't make it."
"Around the world?" I said.
Mina chimed in, "We were stuck in the same spots!"
"What was next?" I said.
"Then we played volleyball," Mina said.
"One on one?" I asked.
"Yea, but because we were using that plastic ball the wind blew it off the court."
"High winds," Maya said. "Then we played handball."
"Then we did gymnastics," Mina said.
"Oh?" I laughed. "How'd that go?"
"Ok," Maya said, "But then we wrestled. That was better."
"Then we raced our bikes around the track," Mina said.
I laughed after every answer at this point.
"Then we raced, running," Maya said.
"Then we found some orange cones and put them on the track and did hurdles," Mina said.
"Then we finished with an obstacle course," Maya said.
"That was the funnest because we cheated a lot," Mina said.
That sounds like the greatest mini Olympics ever.

9 comments:
The mini olympics sound like a blast!
I don't want to throw MMT in your space again, but have you seen any of the stats on the coverage? I should look it up and link it before I post this, but no.
Somebody figured out that for every 5 female volleyball player butt, I mean hand signal, shots there was 1 for the men.
Another organization counted shots of women that didn't include their heads compared to photos of men without heads (shown) and it was crazily out of proportion.
If I think too much of the gender politics of the Olympics, my head will explode.
I didn't catch any TKD, but I did watch a badass table tennis match.
I like that your kids are so sportive. You rarely see sportive kids here in Germany. Most of them won't make sports and prrefer to watch tv or do computer games.... And they become fatter and fatter....
I loved to do sports after school....
Hey I love the picture of your sexy feet i red high heels on a bike... That is a real cool pic!
Greetings from Antje from Mainz, Germany
I love your new pic at the top of the blog. It rocks. And captures it all!
That reminds me that I should take my kids out to play. I've been sorely lacking in the "sporty mom" department. I remember hours of playing catch with my dad, and what an impact that made on me.
my nephews just started TKD...
pretty adorable now...but the next thing you know they'll be kicking some ref in the face...http://flickr.com/photos/mtsandberg/sets/72157607018142011/
Keith, that comment made me laugh out loud. My personal experience will tell you that they WILL be beating the hell out of each other in no time with various TKD moves. If they ever learn weapons, this will elevate it to a new level. When the girls received (padded) practiced swords from their studio, our house turned into Croutching Maya, Hidden Mina. It was awesome.
haha! that's too awesome
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