That’s the good, now for the bad. I mean, I know the Olympics have something for everybody. But who is Olympic Cross Country Skiing for?! I gave that about 2 minutes. Two minutes of my life, I’ll never get back.
Look, you’re entitled to your opinion. But if you like that, you’re wrong. Those freaks who race-walk think Cross Country Skiing is a reason to nap it out until the next event.
Seriously, what’s to like about competitive cardio? Who wants to watch that? If I did, I’d just head over to Sports Club L.A. and set up competitive treadmill, extreme stationary bike or team elliptical.
Now the Biathlon…that’s brass…at least those cross country skiers are strapped. There’s some risk involved; some stakes! But without the gats, Cross Country Skiing is nothing more than 90+ anonymous men and women rocking full body spandex and getting a crazy workout by alternating between that awkward, undignified duck-shuffle and ski-polling for a half hour. And the way it’s set up doesn’t help either! About 8 dozen participants, in staggered starts, where they don’t race each other, but rather sit around and hope the next cardio honk doesn’t beat their time. Very compelling! Way to milk the drama out of the cow!
And memo to the participants: stop collapsing at the finish line…we get it…you’re gassed. And so is every other athlete who sells out in every other sport. Great, you got a 15 minute burn! If you want to keep your dignity, keep your feet.
