Ravelympics, the men's gymnastics edition

So I couldn't stop watching the Olympics tonight. I meant to just DVR it, and get to bed at 10:30. Got up at 6am today, surely I could do it again tomorrow, and get to work real early and leave at a decent time for once.

So much for that. Since I couldn't tear myself away from the men's gymnastics (WOO BRONZE!) I decided I might as well finish the back of my sweater. I mean, I was really close to just doing short-row shaping by the time we were at the last rotation.

I would have been done a lot earlier than 1am if I hadn't had to redo the short rows THREE TIMES! What's with that! Apparently I have never ever bothered doing W&T before (wrap and turns, yo). So I didn't get it. I guess I get it now, after ripripriping the same 4-5 rows. It's way too late for posting pretty pictures, but believe me! The back, it's done!

I did the crochet chain for my provisional cast on for the front, because it's bad luck to go to bed without casting on for the next section. If you count wips, though, I probably could never ever have bad luck. Ever. Because I have a good couple dozen things already on the needles.

Go Team USA! Go Team 51! Go Team StashDown!

And especially, go Team Mikaiya! I can't believe I finished an entire sweater back between Friday night and Monday night. It's a new personal record!

Also? Phelps is growing on me. Like the rest of the world isn't infatuated already. I hate jumping on the bandwagon, but there's just something about a dude who can race twice within two hours and be entire (long) body length ahead of the rest of the field. It's insane. And looking at all these interesting body types? Cracking me up. The gymnasts with their itty bitty lower bodies and arm muscles of doom. The swimmers who are... well, we all know swimmers are practically perfect in every way. So annoying. The sabreurs with their short squat incredible athletic power, and the ladies of beach volleyball who are the essence of green envy.

Check out The New York Times photo essay Bodies of Work for more amazing Olympic bodies. It's quite reassuring, actually. And boy does it make me want to get back on the ab work bandwagon.